It rolled off to one side and laid there quite quiet but I didn't dare move and I don't know what would have become of me if Amos Cowan hadn't come along that very minute with a lantern.

And there was me sitting in the middle of the bridge and that awful thing beside me.

And what do you think it was but a big umbrella with a white handle?
Amos said it was his umbrella and it had blown away from him and he had to go back and get the lantern to look for it.

I felt like asking him what on earth he was going about with an umbrella open when it wasent raining.

But the Cowans do such queer things.