Mun Bun, who was playing a little distance away, came running in.
“I saw it lighten,” he whispered.
“Yes, I think we’re in for a storm,” said Farmer Joel.
The thunder became louder. The sun was hidden behind dark clouds. The picnic things were picked up. Mrs. Bunker was glad lunch was over.
Then down pelted the rain.
“Come on!” cried Farmer Joel. “We’ll take shelter in the cave!”
He led the way along a path through the woods. The others followed, Mr. Bunker carrying Mun Bun and Adam North catching up Margy. The trees were so thick overhead that not much rain fell on the picnic party.
“Here’s the cave!” cried Farmer Joel, pushing aside some bushes. He showed a dark opening among some rocks. In they rushed, for it was a welcome shelter from the storm.
“Oh, but how cool it is in here,” said Rose.
“Yes,” answered Farmer Joel. “This is an ice cave.”