“Thank goodness, we’re in a dry place!” exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey with a sigh of relief, as the car came to a stop within the shelter of the big barn.
“It doesn’t rain in here, does it?” asked Freddie.
“Of course it doesn’t,” declared Nan, with a laugh.
“It rains on the roof of the barn. I can hear it!” said Flossie.
The children, who had been a bit cramped by the long auto ride and somewhat wet by the dashing rain, now prepared to get out of the car. They wanted to watch the storm from the safe shelter of the farm building.
The two men, who had, it seemed, also taken shelter there from the downpour, had been looking curiously at the Bobbsey family. Seeing this, Mr. Bobbsey smiled and said:
“I hope the owner of this barn won’t mind my driving in like this.”
“Oh, no, the owner won’t mind a bit,” answered one of the men, with a laugh. “You’re perfectly welcome.”
“Do you happen to know the owner?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Well, yes, I might say I do,” went on the man who had first spoken. “I know him quite well.”