This storm is beginning to stop now, so you had better come in."
"I didn't want my corn to be spoiled, so I couldn't win the prize," spoke
Hal, as he went back to the house with his father, walking under the
umbrella. "That's why I came out to keep off the frozen rain. It came down
awful hard."
"Yes, it was a heavy storm for a few minutes," said Mr. Blake. "But it
will soon be over, and the rain will do the gardens good, though the hail
may hurt them some."
By the time Hal and his father reached the porch the hail had stopped and
it was only raining. Mrs. Blake, Aunt Lolly and the others were anxiously
waiting.
"I thought maybe he had been struck by lightning," said Mab.
"Pooh! I wasn't afraid!" boasted Hal.
"I guess you were thinking too much about your corn," said his father with
a laugh. "It was very good of you, but you mustn't do such a thing again.
Now you'll have to get dry clothes on. But wait until I show you how a
hail stone looks inside."
Daddy Blake ran out into the storm and came back with a handful of the
queer, frozen stones. He let Hal and Mab look at them, and then, taking a
large one, he held it on top of the warm stove for a second, until the
chunk of ice had melted in half.
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