“Well, we have plenty of cocoanuts, that’s sure,” laughed Mrs. Brown. “But I’m afraid I couldn’t quite make a cake. However, we’ll have some fun when the sun shines to-morrow.”
“Yes, we’ll have lots of fun,” echoed Bunny. “And I’m going in swimming.”
“We’ll see about that,” was all his father would promise. And when the children were once more asleep, with the rain pattering on the canvas roof, Mrs. Brown said to her husband:
“I only hope the sun will shine to-morrow and that the Beacon will come back for us.”
“I think everything will be all right,” replied Mr. Brown. “Storms don’t generally last very long down here at this time of year. And the ship will surely return. She would have done so at once, I’m sure, only something must be wrong with the machinery.”
“Why didn’t they anchor and wait for us to row out to them?” asked Mrs. Brown. “That’s what I can’t understand.”
“Perhaps Captain Ward was afraid of anchoring so near a sand-bar with another storm coming up,” suggested her husband. “I’m sure they will be back for us to-morrow.”
“I hope so!” sighed Mrs. Brown, as she again lay down on the pile of grass and tried to get a little sleep.
She dozed off, as did her husband, for they were very tired. When they awakened it was to hear Bunny gayly shouting:
“The sun is shining! The rain has stopped! I’m going in swimming in the ocean!”