CHAPTER XIX
LAURIE IS CORNERED
The following afternoon saw the boys, minus
Kewpie, escorting Polly and Mae to the
Pequot Queen. Mrs. Deane had begged off. One
mustn't expect all April days to be fine, and this
particular day proved it. It had showered off
and on during the forenoon, and now, at half-past
three, the rain was coming down hard and
fast. The girls wore rain-coats over their Sunday
gowns, and Ned and Laurie were draped in
colorful yellow oilskins. Bob, in an old Mackinaw
jacket, huddled under the dripping eaves of
one of the two umbrellas. It seemed a particularly
long way to the Pequot Queen under these
circumstances, and it was a rather bedraggled
quintet that at last filed into the cabin. Once
there, however, discomforts were forgotten. A
fire in the stove defied the dampness of the outside
world; a kettle sang cozily; the white light
that entered the open windows flashed on pol-
