The rain came that night in good earnest, and the wind howled round Petit Chose; windows rattled and doors banged, and Sara woke up in the middle of the night to find herself lying in a pool of water. Her efforts to shut the window roused Caroline.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Trying to shut this beastly window," Sara panted.
"Well, don't, or we'll suffocate."
"I'd rather suffocate than drown," Sara told her. "My bed's soaking."
From BRETON HOLIDAY, Chapter 12, Sara Does Some Rescue Work.