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Freston
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Too soon 'twas o'er and the shelter gained,
Just as the rain came pouring down;
And a happier, merrier, hungrier four,
Ne'er smiled in the shadow of Nature's frown.

Out on the porch was the table set,
With the best the larder could furnish there,
And the clatter of dishes and clink of glass,
Faintly echoed the riot aloft in the air.
But a bolt shot forth from the grim, dun sky,
And burst in our midst, with a grand acclaim,
As it tore the limbs from a tree near by,
And set a bit of the roof aflame.

When my sight and my wits came creeping back,
From the land of danger and wild alarm,
The girl with the crimson motor cap,
Was solemnly rubbing one darkened arm.
And said she was struck right there, but soon
Some water washed all the black away:
The men gathered round her, fearing she'd swoon,
All ready to kneel at her feet and pray.

The storm soon passed and we started home,
With glowing praise for our motor car;
But like many a feminine, flattered too much,