be worse off than ever."

The two girls were too frightened to cry; they were simply
appalled by the awful situation and at their wits' end to know
what to do.

"It was bad enough," wailed Marjorie, "when we were all wide awake
and could be frightened together; but with Stella asleep, or
whatever she is, it's perfectly horrible."

"She isn't asleep," said Molly, scrutinizing the pale little face,
"but she's stunned with the shock, and I'm sure I don't know what
to do. We ought to have smelling-salts, or something, to bring her
to."

"We ought to have somebody that knows something to look after her.
Molly, we MUST get Grandma here. I believe I'll try to jump
myself, but I suppose I'd just sprain my ankle and lie there in
the storm till I was all washed away. What CAN we do?"

"We could holler, but nobody could hear us, it's raining so hard.
The thunder and lightning aren't so bad now, but the rain and wind
are fearful."

Molly was flying about the room, peeping out at one window after
another, and then flying back to look at Stella, who still lay
unconscious.

"If we only had a megaphone," said Marjorie, "though I don't
believe we could scream loud enough through that even, to make