"It looks so," Russ answered. "But I guess they'd rather not go. Chickens don't like water."
"I wish that old rooster that flew at me would get soaking wet!" exclaimed Laddie.
"Anybody that's out in this rain'll get wet," observed Russ. "See it pour!"
It was, indeed, a very hard storm, but Captain Ben and his friends, with Daddy Bunker, who were helping to save the chickens of the neighbor next door, had on yellow "slickers," or oilskins, as the fishermen and sailors call them, and with their big rubber boots they were almost as dry as though under shelter.
"Will the bungalow float away?" asked Vi, as she looked at the big pond of water which not only filled Captain Ben's back yard, but also the yards of his neighbors on either side.
"No, the bungalows will not float away," said Mother Bunker, coming along just in time to hear Vi's question. Mother Bunker thought perhaps the flood might frighten the children, but they seemed to think it rather jolly than otherwise.
"It's like being on a house boat, isn't it?" said Rose.
"Oh, wouldn't that be fun!" cried Russ. "We could float all around and live here and we wouldn't care how hard it rained."
"I'm afraid Captain Ben wouldn't like to see his bungalow go floating off in the flood," said Mrs. Bunker, with a smile. "But come down to breakfast now, and then you may watch the men save the chickens. Poor things! I guess they don't know what to make of it."
"May we go out and help save 'em after we eat?" asked Laddie.