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Already the train was slowing up and in a few moments Molly was standing tiptoe, looking eagerly along the line of cars. Then she watched each person who descended the steps till at last she was rewarded by the sight of a tall young man who lifted down a little girl about Molly’s age, a fair-haired, rosy-cheeked little girl, prettily dressed, and in no way suggesting a wild Indian. The instant Molly saw her, she was seized with a fit of shyness and could not follow her first impulse to rush forward. Instead she waited where she was till the two came up.
It had stopped raining; Molly made quite sure of it by looking into the little puddles upon the walk. At first she thought there were drops still falling upon them, but it was only the wind which ruffled the surface. The green grass was misty with rain and upon the bushes the shining drops hung from every twig. Presently a sudden burst of sunshine broke through the clouds and changed the drops to sparkles of light. “There!” exclaimed Molly, “I see a piece of blue sky. Now I may go, mayn’t I, mother? It is clearing off.”
Mrs. Shelton came to the window and Molly with serious face watched her scan the sky. “It really is brighter,” Mrs. Shelton decided. “Yes, I see a piece of blue big enough for a Dutchman’s breeches so I think the rain is over, but you’d better put on your rubbers, Molly.”
Molly scarcely waited to hear but danced out of the room and down the steps. “Don’t forget your rubbers!” her mother called after her, and Molly scurried to the closet under the stairs, grabbed the rubbers, snatched up her hat and was out of the door in a twinkling. Steadying herself on one foot, she drew on the overshoes, for there was no time to sit down; she could hear the whistle of the cars in the distance and knew there was barely time to reach the station before the train would stop.