“I’ll remember that,” said Dot, “when we start digging!”
“It’s a great yarn,” said Jack.
CHAPTER XVII
A RAINY DAY AND “GOOD SPORTS”
“It’s been pouring all night and look at it now!” exclaimed Isabel in disgust. “Goodbye our hike to Wiscasset! I had to help get the shutters down in the night, I mean I insisted on helping, because I was awake when the storm came up. The ground will be soaked and we can’t have games either, can’t go out or swim or anything, I suppose.”
“Why can’t we swim?—’cause we’d get wet?’”
Isabel laughed. “That seems to be a good one on me. Yes, thank fortune, we can swim if it does rain, though I suppose if there were a real big storm we wouldn’t.”
“No, because water is a great conductor of electricity. I heard Lilian and Hilary talking about their trip and Lilian was wondering if ‘all those dead fish’ they saw somewhere when they were on the boat had been killed by lightning or what had killed them, and then I remember what Father said one time, that fishes always go to the bottom or hide away in a storm. I couldn’t be sure, though, let’s look it up some time. We haven’t had but one thunderstorm and that wasn’t worth mentioning.”
“It’s too cool and nice up here for thunderstorm weather, I guess.”
“This looks to me like a steady, all day pour. But they’ll have something for us to do, or we can write or read or have fun in the club house.”
“We can put on our ponchos and rubbers and go out when we feel like it. I love to be out in the rain.”