Perhaps Miss Cadwallader may be less stubborn." Mr.Satterthwaite could do no other than turn to Miss Cadwallader, who wanted very little urging.
"But Rose!" said her cousin, -- "you're not going to leave me alone ?" "No, I don't," said Rose.

"I'm sure you've got somebody with you; and he's got an umbrella." "Don't, Rose!" said Elizabeth, -- "stay and go home with me -- the storm will be over directly." "It won't -- I can't," said Rose, -- "It won't be over this hour, and I'm afraid -- " And into Mr.Satterthwaite's phaeton she jumped, and away Mr.
Satterthwaite's phaeton went, with him and her in it.
"You had better step under shelter, Miss Haye," said Winthrop; "it is beginning to sprinkle pretty fast." "No," said Elizabeth, "I'll go home -- I don't mind it.

I would rather go right home -- I don't care for the rain." "But you can't go without the umbrella," said Winthrop, "and that belongs to me." "Well, won't you go with me ?" said Elizabeth, with a look half doubtful and half daunted.
"Yes, as soon as it is safe.

This is a poor place, but it is better than nothing.

You must come in here and have patience till then." He went in and Elizabeth followed him, and she stood there looking very doubtful and very much annoyed; eyeing the fast falling drops as if her impatience could dry them up.