“Maybe we can make a raft and ride on it,” proposed Freddie.
“May I have a ride?” begged Flossie. “You wouldn’t let me ride on the elevated railroad. Will you let me ride on the raft?”
“It isn’t made yet!” laughed Bert. “We’ll see about it after school.”
“It’s going to be a lovely day after the rain,” said Nan, as she went downstairs.
“Come, children, get your breakfast and be ready for school,” called Mrs. Bobbsey. “I guess you won’t need to take umbrellas to-day,” she added, with a laugh. “I never saw the sun so bright.”
“This will soon dry up the puddles,” observed Mr. Bobbsey.
“I hope it doesn’t dry ’em all up,” ventured Bert. “We want to have some fun in the back lots.” Near the Bobbsey home were vacant lots that sometimes filled with rain water and became miniature lakes.
As Nan sat down to breakfast she suddenly looked up and exclaimed:
“Hark!”
“What’s the matter?” mumbled Bert, his mouth half full of bread. “Do you think it’s thundering again?”