As it did so The Wren
uttered a sharp cry.
"What is it, dear? Afraid of the lightning?" asked Miss Prescott, while
a thunder volley boomed and reverberated.
"No, no," shivered the child, drawing closer to her, "but when I see
a flash like that I sometimes remember."
"Remember what?" asked Miss Prescott tenderly.
"Oh, I don't know," wailed the child, "people and places. They come for
a moment and then disappear again as quickly as they came."
CHAPTER V.
PEGGY'S THOUGHTFULNESS SAVES THE FARM.
Flash after flash, roar after roar, the lightning and thunder crashed
and blazed as the full fury of the storm struck in. Miss Prescott, who
was in deadly fear of lightning, covered her eyes with a thick veil and
sank back in the cushions of the tonneau.
But the rest of the party regarded the furious storm with interest. The
rain was coming down in sheets, but not one drop penetrated the
water-proof top of the big touring car.
"It's grand, isn't it?" asked Peggy, after a particularly brilliant
flash.
"Um--ah, I don't just know," rejoined Jess, "it's rather too grand if
anything.
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