Nor were Jack's altogether calm.
"What a storm!" murmured the girl.
The door, leading into the next room, opened, and Bess came out.
"Oh, Cora!" she gasped, putting the last touches to her hair, which
she had arranged in a new Spanish way she had seen, and then, tiring
of it, had gone to her room to put it back in its accustomed form.
"Isn't this just awful!"
"Terrible, I say!" came from Belle, who now entered from her
apartment.
"It certainly does rain," agreed Jack. "Five minutes ago there
wasn't a drop in the street, and now you could float your motor boat
there, if you had it, Cora."
"And we may wish we had it, before we're through," chimed in the
voice of Walter. They had made of Cora's room, which was the largest
of the suite, a sort of gathering place.
"Why so, Wally?" demanded Jack.
"It looks as though we'd be flooded," was his answer.
"Oh, these storms are common down here" put in Bess. "I spoke to
Inez about it, and she said the natives here were used to them."
"Such storms as this?" asked Cora, as a fiercer dash of rain, and a
sudden blast of wind, seemed about to tear away the windows and let
the fury of the elements into the room.
"Well, I suppose that's what she meant," said Bess. "But it is
awful, isn't it? And mamma and papa, and your mother, Cora, out on
that steamer."
"Oh, they'll be all right," declared Jack.
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