“Then why are you crying, dear?” asked her mother.
“’Cause—maybe—I guess—’cause I’m afraid Elizabeth will catch cold,” was the answer.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown laughed at this, and even Bunny smiled. Really Sue made up that excuse right out of her own head, so to speak. She was crying because she was a little afraid and things were strange, but she did not want to say so, and that is why she spoke of Elizabeth’s catching cold.
“Well, we will cover your doll up so she won’t get wet,” said Mrs. Brown. “But, dear me!” she added to her husband, “I’m afraid we’re all going to get wet. Look, the roof is leaking in another place, Walter.”
Surely enough, drops were coming through just over the pile of grass and leaves which had served for Mrs. Brown’s and her husband’s bed.
“Looks as if we’d have to move out of our picnic hut,” said Mr. Brown. “I guess there will be room for all of us beneath the boat.”
Before they could make a move to get out the parents of the children, and Bunny and Sue also, heard voices calling to them outside the hut.
“Hello in there!” a voice shouted.
Another asked:
“Are you all right in the hut?”