But Mr. Brown had often been out on the ocean in worse storms than this, and so had Bunker, so they did not mind. With their lantern they walked all around the sleeping-tent, making sure that all the ropes were fast to the pegs, which were driven into the ground. Some of the wooden pegs were coming loose, and these Mr. Brown and Bunker hammered farther into the dirt.
All the while the wind blew, and the rain pelted down, while the lightning flashed brighter, and the thunder rumbled so loudly that it scared Sue.
"I—I don't like it!" she sobbed, and she crept into bed with her mother. "Please make it stop, Mother!"
"No one can make the thunder stop, Sue, dear," said Mrs. Brown. "But the thunder won't hurt you, and the storm is almost over."
Just then there came a very loud clap.
"Oh, dear!" cried Sue. "I'se afraid!"
Bunny heard his sister, and called out:
"That sounded just like Fourth of July; didn't it, Sue? When the big boys fired the cannon on top of the hill."
