They were out of the city, driving along a wide boulevard, when the rain began dashing against the window, drumming on the top of the car. The two straight rows of lights ahead twinkled through a veil of falling water, the flat countryside was blotted out, the cars and trucks that passed them went with a blurred rush.
Maggie leaned back in a corner, chilled and depressed. She was in the habit of going to bed early, and she closed her eyes and fell asleep now. But only for a little time; she waked with a start, and there was the rain and the black flat countryside, and Miss’s vivid happy face turned again to the driver.
She dozed again, and waked when the car began to jolt over a road full of ruts. There were trees here and no lights, the car slipped and struggled in mud. It’s just misera
