The rattle of rain on the roof became less deafening and began to drip through instead of forming little jets.

A patch of blue sky showed.
"It isn't much," said Tredgold, going to the door again.
Miss Drewitt, checking a sharp retort, returned to the door and looked out.

The patch of blue increased in size; the rain ceased and the sun came out; birds exchanged congratulations from every tree.

The girl, gathering up her wet skirts, walked to the gate, leaving her companion to follow.
Approached calmly and under a fair sky the climb was much easier.
"I believe that I could have got over by myself after all," said Miss Drewitt, as she stood on the other side.

"I suppose that you were in too much of a hurry the last time.