Nobody asked you to Come, any way;" and Ben gazed dolefully round him, wishing he could see a familiar face or find a wiser head than his own to help him out of the scrape he was in.
"I said I wouldn't be a bother, and I won't.

I'll walk right home this minute.

I ain't afraid of thunder, and the rain won't hurt these old clothes.

Come along," cried Bab, bravely, bent on keeping her word, though it looked much harder after the fun was all over than before.
"My head aches like fury.

Don't I wish old Jack was here to take me back," said Billy, following his companions in misfortune with sudden energy, as a louder peal than before rolled overhead.
"You might as well wish for Lita and the covered wagon while you are about it, then we could all ride," answered Ben, leading the way to the outer tent, where many people were lingering in hopes of fair weather.
"Why, Billy Barton, how in the world did you get here ?" cried a surprised voice as the crook of a cane caught the boy by the collar and jerked him face to face with a young farmer, who was pushing along, followed by his, wife and two or three children.
"Oh, Uncle Eben, I'm so glad you found Me! I walked over, and it's raining, and I don't feel well.