"To look for Hal," answered her mother.
"Where is Hal?"
"He must have gone out in the storm to see what made it hail, I suppose."
"Oh, if one of the big hail stones hits him on the end of his nose he'll
cry!" exclaimed Aunt Lolly.
"Well, he'll know better than to do it again," said Uncle Pennywait
"Listen to Roly-Poly howling!"
The little poodle dog was afraid of thunder and lightning, and every time
there was a storm he used to get in the darkest corner of the house and
howl. He was doing this now as Daddy Blake ran to the garden to find where
Hal was.
"He's back there--out where his corn is planted!" called Mr. Porter to
Hal's father as Daddy Blake ran around the house. "I saw him from our
kitchen window, and I thought I'd tell you."
"I'm glad you did!" shouted Mr. Blake. Both he and Mr. Porter had to
shout to be heard above the noise of the storm; for the thunder was very
loud, and the patter of the rain drops, and the rattle of the hail made a
very great racket indeed.
[Illustration]
When Daddy Blake turned around the corner of the house and started down
the main path that led through the vegetable garden, he saw a strange
sight.
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