“Oh, we don’t mind,” said Sam.
Fastening the big canvas over the hut was exactly like putting the grass shelter inside a tent. And now, no matter how hard it rained, Bunny and his sister would not get wet. The men ran back to their shelter under the boat and the storm raged harder than ever.
The rain seemed to come down in bucketfuls, as one of the sailors said afterward, and the wind blew hard, though not hard enough to rip off the canvas or tear apart the frail hut.
“Well, we’re better off than we were,” said Mr. Brown, when it was certain that no more rain was coming in.
“Yes, indeed,” said Mrs. Brown. “Now go to sleep, my dears.”
“Shall we go on the ship to-morrow?” Sue wanted to know. “I don’t think Elizabeth likes it here very much.”
“Everything will be nicer to-morrow,” said Mrs. Brown, not giving any decided answer about the ship, for in her heart she did not believe it would come back. But she did not want to say so. “To-morrow the sun will be shining,” she went on, “and we’ll pick some more cocoanuts and have a picnic in the woods.”
“Oh, shall we?” cried Bunny, smiling now.
“Surely we will.”
“And maybe you’ll bake a cocoanut cake, Mother!” exclaimed Sue.