|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
`But if it's raining like this in the morning, you'll be wet through before you get there.'
`It's no good worrying about that dear: besides, I can wear this old coat that I have no now, over the other.'
`And if you wrap your old shoes in some paper, and take them with you, you can take off your wet boots as soon as you get to the place.'
`Yes, all right,' responded Owen. `Besides,' he added, reassuringly, `even if I do get a little wet, we always have a fire there, you know.'
`Well, I hope the weather will be a little better than this in the morning,' said Nora. `Isn't it a dreadful night! I keep feeling afraid that the house is going to be blown down.'
Long after Nora was asleep, Owen lay listening to the howling of the wind and the noise of the rain as it poured heavily on the roof.