POOR LITTLE HARRY. 39

CHAPTER VI.

POOR LITTLE HARRY.

f OOK, mother! The storm is all over, and

the sun shining again,” cried Nellie, an
hour later, as, clad in dry things and showing
no trace of the little adventure, she helped her
mother to spread the table for dinner.

«Yes, it is gone as quickly as it came,” Mrs.
Maine answered after a glance from the window.
“T hope neither of you has taken a cold, that’s
all. I was so glad to see you, dear, as you ran
down the path. I was beginning to be afraid
you had run into one of the woods for shelter;
it was better to get wet than to do that.”

“Why? You don’t think they would really
prosecute us if we ran in there out of the rain,
do you, mother?”

Mrs. Maine smiled. “No, dear, but I don’t
think it’s at all safe in those private woods at
this time of year when there’s so much shoot-
ing. Don’t ever go in them, even if it rains.”

It was on Nellie’s lips to say, “ We were in
the Croft Wood this morning when the storm
came on,” but as she reflected the next instant