Janet Aldridge, The Meadow-Brook Girls on the Tennis Courts…
“ In almost an instant the Meadow-Brook Girls were soaked to the skin. They sprang up with cries of alarm. The night was very dark, except when a flash of lightning lighted up the deserted field that only a few hours before had been peopled with pleasure-lovers.“Thave me!” cried little Tommy shrilly. [215] “What’s the matter? Oh, I’m getting wet,” groaned Margery.“Nothing is the matter—not with us. It’s the tent that is in trouble. The wind has blown it over, that’s all,” answered Harriet calmly.“Keep your blankets around you. You simply must not get wet,” commanded the guardian. ”
