"Oh!" cried Bunny, Sue, and Harry, all at the same time.
"I presume we're in for another storm," said Mr. Brown. "Sit still until I light some candles. Often the electric lights go out in a severe thunderstorm."
As Mr. Brown arose to strike a match another loud clap of thunder pealed out.
CHAPTER XX
THE FLOATING BOX
The electric light service in Christmas Tree Cove was uncertain in storms, and Mr. Brown always kept a supply of candles on hand, as well as some kerosene lamps. Soon there was plenty of light in the room, and as supper was about over when the storm broke the family and their two visitors went into the sitting-room of the bungalow.
"I don't like storms," said Harry, and he kept close to his mother.
"There isn't any danger," remarked Mr. Brown. "The lightning hardly ever strikes near the ocean or the bay. I think it may hit out far from shore. But no houses have ever been struck up here."
"I guess the Christmas trees keep it away," said Bunny.