“Thanks,” murmured Charlie.
“Danny’s getting real good, isn’t he, Bert?” asked Nan, as these two dark-haired Bobbsey twins made their way out of the coatroom and toward the main hall, which was filled with boys and girls eager to get home.
“Yes, Danny’s pretty good now,” agreed Bert. “And I’m glad of it. He always used to be fighting and quarreling. Say, Nan, it’s raining like cats and dogs!”
“Worse than that!” sighed Nan. “I hope Flossie and Freddie won’t get soaked.”
“Didn’t they bring umbrellas?” Bert wanted to know. “If they didn’t—”
“Oh, yes, they brought their little ones. I saw mother call them back and make them take them,” replied Nan Bobbsey. “But even a big umbrella isn’t much good in this storm. The wind blows terribly! I’m going to wait in the lower hall for Flossie and Freddie.”
“All right; I’ll wait with you,” offered Bert good-naturedly.
As the older Bobbsey twins stood there, watching the other boys and girls pass out, the rain now and then blew in through the open door.
A gust of wind would send the door swinging back after some child had tried to close it, and the water would streak across the floor, leaving little puddles.
“It’s a regular flood!” laughed Bert, as he and his sister waited for the smaller twins, who studied in another room, which had not yet been dismissed.