"What are you doing, Daddy?" Bunny asked.
"I think there's going to be a storm," answered Mr. Brown, "and I want to be sure the tents won't blow away. I'm making the ropes tight."
Pretty soon everyone at Camp Rest-a-While was in bed. It was not long before the wind began to blow and then, all at once, there came a bright flash of lightning, and a loud clap of thunder.
"Oh, what's that?" cried Bunny, sitting up in his cot, for the noise had awakened him. "What's the matter?" he asked.
"It's a thunder storm," replied his father. "Go to sleep, for it can't hurt you."
But Bunny could not go to sleep, nor could Sue. She, too, was awakened by the bright lightning, and the loud thunder. The wind, too, blew very hard, and it shook the sleeping tent as if it would tear it loose from the ropes.
"Do you think it is safe?" asked Mother Brown.
"Oh, I think so," answered her husband. "Bunker and I put on some extra ropes be-
