"Yes, but I guess we can get in a better place out of the rain than under a tree, Flossie."
"Then we'd better get," she said, "'cause it's rainin' hard now. I've got about ten splashes on my nose."
The big drops were beginning to fall faster. The clouds had quickly spread over the sky, which was now very dark, and the wind kept on blowing.
"Where can we go out of the storm?" asked the little girl.
"Huh?"
"Where we goin', Freddie?"
"In there," answered her brother, pointing.
"What! In that dark hole?"
"It isn't a hole—it's a cave. An' maybe we'll find gold and diamonds in there, like in the book Momsie read to us. Come on. We can go into the cave, and we won't get wet at all. I'll take care of you."
"I—I'm not afraid," said Flossie slowly. "But I wish Snap was with us; or Whisker. I guess Whisker would like a cave."