The light veil of haze that had seemed to curtain off the sunlight so happily from the lake and the party, proved now to have been only the advancing soft border of an immense thick cloud coming up from the west.

No light veil now; a deep, dark covering was over the face of the sky, without break or fold; the drop or two of rain that had been felt were merely the outriders of an approaching storm.

Low threatening, distant mutterings of thunder from behind the mountains, told the party what they might expect before long.
There was sudden confusion.

Nobody wanted to be out in the storm, and to avoid it seemed a difficult problem.

Hastily the ladies caught up their scarfs and bags, and set off upon a scattering flight through the woods to the shore, those who were nearest or first ready not stopping to wait for the others.