“Oh, look at the lake!” cried Ted, as he pressed his nose flat against the window. “See the big waves!”
“I wouldn’t want to be out on it now,” added Janet.
“Pooh! I’d go out on it now, if I had a big boat; wouldn’t you, Ted?” asked Tom.
“Sure I—well, maybe I would if daddy went with me,” was the answer.
“We’ll not try it,” said his father. “You had better stay around here.”
“Can’t we go out at all?” asked Ted. “I have rubber boots and a rubber coat.”
“Oh, you may go down on the pier after breakfast, if some one goes with you,” said Mrs. Martin.
“Oh, can’t I go too?” cried Janet.
“Yes, I think so. You all have rubber cloaks or coats and rubber boots,” said Mr. Martin.
It did not seem to rain quite so hard after breakfast, though the wind was still very strong. So, when the four children were well wrapped up, Uncle Ben and Daddy Martin took them down to the dock to look at Silver Lake in a storm. Trouble wanted to go, also, but his mother made him stay in with her.