“My, what a big snow pudding!” and Sunny Boy giggled at the thought.
“Don’t dawdle, children,” warned Mrs. Gray. “I heard thunder a few minutes ago. We left all the windows up, you know. Ready, Sunny Boy? Then we’ll start.”
Harriet had luncheon ready when Sunny Boy reached home, and while they were eating a violent peal of thunder rumbled overhead. Before the dessert was served the sun had gone out and thick black clouds were hurrying through the sky. All the blue had gone out of the sea, and it was a sullen gray with white-caps showing far out.
“It’s a regular gale,” announced Harriet breathlessly. She had been out to get her dish-towels that had been flapping in the wind. “I never saw a sky change so quickly. Shall I put the windows down, Mrs. Horton?”
“Yes,” answered Sunny’s mother. “It is beginning to rain. Come, folks, let’s go into the living-room and watch.”
The living-room had a big window that gave a glimpse of the ocean, though the bungalow faced the street. There was a fine deep window seat heaped high with cushions, and Sunny Boy took one of these and put it in a chair behind his mother’s back, as he had seen his Daddy do.
“Thank you, dearest,” she said. “Sit on the arm of my chair and we’ll both be comfortable. Bessie, tell Harriet to come in. Never mind the dishes, they can wait.”
So Harriet came in, and she and Miss Martinson sat on the window seat, though Aunt Bessie and Sunny Boy and Mother preferred to be a little further back.
Zip! a great jagged streak of lightning split the black sky.
“I guess that struck a wave!” gasped Sunny Boy, as a tremendous clap of thunder followed.