Two wild weeks of wandering and work later, around midday, a light squall washed over the girls as they walked, cool and refreshing at first, but seeming with every step they took to grow more violent and cold, and before long what started as a light drizzled had turned into a torrential downpour. Hardly able to see ten yards through the heavy rain, the sisters dashed desperately through the wall of water, trying to find cover from the raging storm. Taking a wrong but fortunate turn along the road even as it turned into a river of mud, they soon found themselves at the door of a small farmhouse, and knocked loudly, huddled together under the small porch to shield themselves from the weather as best they could.
When the door finally swung open, they found themselves facing a small, sturdy man, his thin black hair going to bald and his hawkish nose turned up to look at them.
“Yes?” he barked, seemingly oblivious to their soaked state and the rain.
“Sorry to be a bother”, Spring got out, her teeth clattering as she shivered against the cold, “my sisters and I had the misfortune of getting caught in the rain.”