Mr. Brown was putting on a pair of rubber boots, and a rubber coat over his bath robe, which he had put on when the storm began.
"Where you going, Daddy?" asked Bunny, as he crawled into the dry bed, and pulled the covers up over him, for the wind was blowing in the tent now. "Where you going?"
"I'm going out to see that the tent ropes are all right," said Mr. Brown.
"Going out? What for?" called Mrs. Brown. "You musn't go out in this storm. It's terrible!"
"Oh, but I must go!" answered Daddy Brown with a laugh. "I don't mind the thunder, lightning and rain. If some of the tent pegs come loose, the ropes will slip off, and the tent will blow over. Bunker Blue and I will go out and make sure everything is all right."
"I could go with you," said Uncle Tad from his cot. "Shall I?"
"No, you stay where you are," Daddy Brown said. "You might get the rheumatism if you got wet."
