`` Louisa , open the door quick , '' she called impatiently . Louisa never moved a muscle , although Mary Isabel knew she must have heard . `` Louisa , do you hear what I say ? '' she cried , reaching over and tapping on the pane imperiously . `` Open the door at once . It is going to rain -- it is raining now . Be quick . '' Louisa might as well have been a graven image for all the response she gave . Then did Mary Isabel realize her position . Louisa had locked her out purposely , knowing the rain was coming . Louisa had no intention of letting her in ; she meant to keep her out until the dress and hat of her rebellion were spoiled . This was Louisa 's revenge . Mary Isabel turned with a gasp . What should she do ? The padlocked doors of hen-house and well-house and wood-house : revealed the thoroughness of Louisa 's vindictive design . Where should she go ? She would go somewhere . She would not have her lovely new dress and hat spoiled ! She caught her ruffled skirts up in her hand and ran across the yard . She climbed the fence into the field and ran across that .
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