Page 198 - The Little sister of Wilifred

C H A P T E R X .

A LL W ELL TH AT ENDS W ELL.

I T was a terrible night, and Peggy
had wandered sadly from window

to window, where the rain was smiting

the panes in furious gusts. The family
were all together in the library where

they had been watching the thunder­

storms, as one after another gathered

and burst. The wind swayed the tall
pines and tossed the lighter foliage of

the elms, while the woodbine along the

piazza was whipped into strings.

Another storm was now coming, and
as Peggy listened to the thunder and

watched the lightning as it played