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But though Leslie was so certain , Phyllis remained unconvinced ! With the fickleness of October weather -LRB- which is often as freakish as that of April -RRB- , the golden afternoon had turned cloudy and raw before the girls returned home . By nightfall it was raining , and a rising , gusty wind had ruffled the ocean into lumpy , foam-crested waves . At seven o'clock the wind had increased to a heavy gale and was steadily growing stronger . The threatened storm , as usual , filled Miss Marcia with nervous forebodings , and even Leslie experienced some uncomfortable apprehensions during their supper hour . At eight o'clock , Phyllis arrived , escorted by Ted . `` My ! ''