The rain had stopped, and a few stars were beginning to struggle through the clouds.
"How cold and damp it is!" exclaimed Mrs.Sherman, as she stepped out on the front porch.

"The thermometer must have fallen twenty degrees since you came.

You will all need wraps of some kind.

Wait till I can get you some shawls and things." "No, indeed!" every one protested.

"We will wrap up in our sheets again.
We do not need anything else." There was a laughing scrimmage over the pile of sheets that had been thrown hastily into one corner of the hall, when the party ran in out of the storm.