and must be drenched to the skin before we could get back to
Thornleigh. The weather had been temptingly fine when we left home,
and we had neither umbrellas nor any other kind of protection
against the rain.

'We had better scamper off as fast as we can,' said Milly.

'But we can't run four miles. Hadn't we better go on to Cumber, and
wait in the village till the weather changes, or try to get some
kind of conveyance there?'

'Well, I suppose that would be best. There must be such a thing as a
fly at Cumber, I should think, small as the place is. But it's
nearly a mile from here to the village.'

'Anything seems better than going back through the wood in such a
weather,' I said.

We were close to the outskirts of the wood at this time, and within
a very short distance of the Priory gates. While we were still
pausing in an undecided way, with the rain pelting down upon us, a
figure came towards us from among the leafless trees--the figure of a
man, a gentleman, as we could see by his dress and bearing, and a
stranger. We had never met any one but country-people, farm-
labourers, and so on, in the wood before, and were a little startled
by his apparition.

He came up to us quickly, lifting his hat as he approached us.

'Caught in the storm, ladies,' he said, 'and without umbrellas I