"Does it look like a storm to-night?" said Rollo.
"No, not much," replied Jonas. "It is a little hazy in the south-west. However, if it looks like a storm in the morning, you need not go, unless you choose; though I shall."
"I wish you'd wait till the storm is over," said Rollo.
"No," said Jonas, "I had rather go in the storm than not."
"Why?" said Rollo.
"Because," said Jonas, "I like to be out in storms. Sometimes it is very grand."
The next morning, when Rollo awoke, he found that it was light, but not yet sunrise. He arose, and looked out of the window to see if it was pleasant. The sky was somewhat overcast, but there was a little blue to be seen, and Rollo thought that it would be pleasant. He heard a noise in the barn-yard, and, looking in that direction, he saw Jonas just leading the horse out of the stable. So he dressed himself soon, and went down.
When he got ready, he went down into the yard, and found that Jonas had got the horse harnessed, and everything prepared. There was a little bag of oats in the back part of the wagon, and also a tin pail, with a cover, which contained a luncheon. Jonas fastened the horse to a post, and said,—
"Now, Rollo, we'll go in and get some breakfast."
"I thought that luncheon was for breakfast," said Rollo.