“It’s beginning to sprinkle,” he called. “Better 72 run on up to the barn, out of the wet. You’ll find Dad working there. Tie your raft––this is only a shower.”
Bobby obediently tied the raft to a tree root that extended out over the water, and the four little Blossoms, taking hold of hands, raced madly for the barn. They were only just in time, for as they reached the door the rain fell in sheets.
“Most caught you, didn’t it?” chuckled Peter, who was mending harness in a little room that opened on to the barn floor. “A rain like this could drown that littlest one.”
“No, it couldn’t,” protested Dot, who was the “littlest one.”
“Maybe Jud will drown,” worried Bobby. “Does he stay out in the wet?”
“A bit of rain doesn’t hurt Jud,” said Peter comfortably. “He’s used to it, and his mother has dry clothes ready for him when he comes in. Well now, look around, and make yourselves at home. You can do most anything in Miss Polly’s barn.”
“Let’s play see-saw,” proposed Meg, pointing 73 to a long board that stood in the corner. “Could we have that, Mr. Peter?”
“Of course you can. I’ll lay it across this saw-horse, so, and that’s as fine a see-saw as any one could ask for,” said Peter, lifting the heavy plank with ease.
Bobby and Meg took possession of the see-saw, and Dot and Twaddles made the simultaneous discovery that hay was slippery. They found this out because Twaddles had climbed to the top of a pile of loose hay and was intending to reach an open window when his foot slipped and he gently slid down to the floor.
“Let me do that,” cried Dot, hastily scrambling up. “Watch me, Meg.”