"I'm glad we're in here," said Flossie. "It's better than an umbrella."
"Lots better," agreed Freddie. "If we had some cookies to eat we could stay here a long time, and live here."
"We couldn't sleep, 'cause we haven't any beds," declared Flossie.
"We could make beds of dried grass the way Bert told us to do if we went camping."
"But have you any more cookies?" asked Flossie, going back to what her brother had first spoken of. "I'm hungry!"
"Only some crumbs," Freddie said, as he put his hand in the pockets of his coat, "and they're all soft and wet. We can't eat 'em."
"Well, we can go home when it stops raining," said Flossie, "an' Dinah'll give us lots to eat."
The two children were not frightened now. They stood in the cave, and looked out at the storm. It was raining harder than ever, and the thunder seemed to shake the big hole in the ground, while the lightning flashes lighted up the cave so Freddie and Flossie could look farther back into it.
But they could not see much, and if there was any one or anything in the cave besides themselves, they did not know it. They saw the boat blown inside the cave, and it came to rest in the little cove, which was a sort of harbor.
Then, almost as quickly as it had started, the storm stopped. The wind ceased blowing, the rain no longer fell, the thunder rumbled no more and the lightning died out. For a few minutes longer Flossie and Freddie stayed in the cave, and then, as they were about to go out, the little girl grasped her brother by the arm and cried: