He could feel that the dress sleeve under his hand was wet through, and the worn boots and darned stockings he could see were soaked likewise.
"There!" he cried.

"Set down in that chair.

Put your feet up on that h'ath.

Sakes alive! Your folks ought to know better than to let you stir out this weather, let alone walkin' a mile--and no rubbers! Them shoes ought to come off this minute, I s'pose.

Take 'em off.