![]() ![]() It splashed and flew about them as they hurried along the gloomy street, as if the faster they went the more they stirred up the fury of the night. As they stepped off the bits, the branches of the tall trees rattled like bones in the wind.Īnd now it was raining-a nasty, cold, stinging rain, mixed with wet leaves torn from the groaning trees. High-piling storm clouds snuffed out the light of the round orange moon. The two of them had come all the way across the city on the bus, and during the ride the sky had darkened and the streetlights had bloomed all at once. ![]() Chipley strode purposefully on, as if she had no time to notice small discomforts. Chipley's other hand, bumped in a steady rhythm against her right leg. Sally's red SUitcase, its handle firmly gripped by Mrs. Chipley's black hat, which had started out so proudly erect, had gradually wilted, and now drooped sadly down the back of that lady's stout neck. Chipley's plump hand, was almost running to keep up with her. "As if we didn't have enough troubles!" groaned Mrs. ![]() It all began one rainy night at the end of a summer. ![]()
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