"No, it doesn't," agreed his father, with a laugh, and just then Rose looked ahead and exclaimed:
"There's a house! Maybe we can stop there!"
A lull had occurred in the storm, and through the mist and driving rain she pointed to a large, white house at the side of the road.
"I'll try that," said Captain Ben, and he steered the automobile up the drive. He got out, ran up the steps and knocked on the door. A pleasant-faced woman answered. What was said the four little Bunkers could not hear, but presently Captain Ben came running back.
"They will let us all stay here over night," he said. "They are very kind, and we shall be most comfortable. Hurry up on the porch, children, before it starts to pour again."
Hardly had Rose and Russ, Vi and Laddie got under the shelter of the broad porch of the farmhouse than it began to rain harder than ever. But the children did not mind now, for they were soon to be in better shelter than even the curtained automobile gave.
The farmer, who seemed as pleasant as his wife, came out to show Captain Ben where to put the automobile in the wagon house, and soon the party was safe and snug in the comfortable house, while the storm raged outside.
"Now if we only had mother and Margy and Mun Bun here, we'd be all right," observed Rose.
"What's that? Are there any more of you?" asked the farmer, with a hearty laugh as he looked at the visitors. "One, two, three, four!" he counted the children. "Are there any more?"
"Oh, yes," answered Rose, also laughing. "There are six of us little Bunkers. Margy and Mun Bun are with my mother."