THE WALK. 43

Perplexity about getting home. Plan of going home in the boat.

 

 

“ We can’t walk home the way we came,” said Phonny,
“the grass and bushes will be so wet.’

“'That is true,” said Caroline.

“ And besides,” continued Phonny, “ there will be ever
so many pools of water in all the low places, and Malle-
ville can never get over them.”

*T know it,” said Caroline, “and I am sure I don’t
know what we shall do.”

“ 1 suppose that that cart-path might be more open,—
where the boys went,”—said Phonny, after a little re-
flection. “ Perhaps we could get along in that.”

“We don’t know,” said Caroline. “It might be, and
it might not be. Besides, we don’t know where it goes
to. It might take us farther away from home than we
are now.”

‘‘ Let’s go in the boat!” said Phonny, in a joyful tone,
as if struck with a sudden and happy thought.

“ Well,” said Caroline, “that’s a plan.”

“If we can only get it turned over,” said Phonny. “I
don’t see what they turned it bottom upward for.”

“'That was to keep it from getting full of water, I sup-
pose,” said Caroline, “in the shower. It is better for us
that they did,—that is, provided we can get it back again,
for now it is all dry inside.”

“ Let us go down and try,” said Phonny.

“Not yet,’ said Caroline. “It has not yet done
raining.”

Drops were indeed still falling, though many of them,
as Phonny said, came from the leaves of the trees. Still
the rain had not yet wholly ceased. The sky, however,
began to look very bright overhead, and soon a broad
and beautiful rainbow began to appear on the clouds