... whispered. “But chiefly, I think, I am sorry for Tommy. He’d be perfectly happy with me.” “Yes, I suppose so,” Carr replied. “But you wouldn’t be happy with him, only for a brief time, Sophie. ... on this common phenomenon of the dog-days. It swept up and passed over the village of Lone Moose as a sprinkling wagon passes over a city street. The downpour was accompanied by crashing detonations ... strained a point now and then, just to see their passenger gasp. They would never have another chance and it was rare sport, just as it is rare sport for spirited youths to snowball a passer -by who...