Denny and H.O.had thought better of it, and they were fishing in the moat.

They did not catch anything.
Oswald is very weather-wise--at least, so I have heard it said, and he had thought there would be rain.

There was.

It came on while we were at dinner--a great, strong, thundering rain, coming down in sheets--the first rain we had had since we came to the Moat House.
We went to bed as usual.

No presentiment of the coming awfulness clouded our young mirth.