By seven o'clock it had expended its fury, and passed away down the valley towards Craigwen, leaving blue sky and the promise of a sunset behind.

Glad to emerge from their cramped quarters, the girls came out and compared experiences.

There was plenty to be done.
The fallen tent had to be erected, and various cans and utensils which had been left outside must be collected and wiped before they had time to rust.
"This is the prose of camp-life," said Catherine, picking the gravy-strainer out of a puddle and rinsing it in the lake.

"I hope we shall get the poetry to-morrow again." "Oh, it's lovely fun when it rains!" twittered some of the younger ones.
Mr.Arnold came down from the farm to inquire rather anxiously how the camp was faring after the storm, and particularly to have news of the girls who had been in the lake.

He had left Mrs.Arnold in bed, still rather upset with the shock of the accident.
"I feel responsible for bringing you all here," he said to Miss Teddington.