"By George," gasped the Judge, as a bright flash of light and a low
rumble emphasized Perkins' words, "by George, I believe it is.

"Oh, oh, oh," screamed Amelia, and threw her arms frantically around
Nannie.

"Don't be silly," said Nannie, and gave her a little shake.

"We shall have to run for it," said Launcelot, gathering up wraps and
hats, as a sudden gust of wind picked up the ends of the tablecloth and
sent the napkins fluttering across the ground like a flock of white
geese.

"You'd better get the young ladies to the carriage, sir," said Perkins,
packing things into hampers in a hurry.

"They will get wet. It's going to be a heavy wind storm," said the
Judge with an anxious look at Judy.

"Let's run for the Cutter barn," cried Anne, with sudden inspiration.

"Good for you, Anne," said Launcelot, "that's the very thing."

"Where is the Cutter barn?" asked Judy.

"Across that stream and beyond the strip of woods. Over in the field."

"Come on, Anne, come on. Oh, isn't this glorious. I love the wind. I
love it, I love it." Judy's cry became almost a chant as she led the