And she stopped crying at once, and lay quietly in her
mother's cot-bed. And then the storm seemed to go away. It still rained
very hard, but the wind did not howl so loudly, and the lightning was
not so scary, nor the thunder so rumbly.
The rain still leaked in through the hole in the tent, but Tom Vine
moved Bunny's cot out of the way, and set a pail under the leak.
All at once there sounded a banging noise, as if a whole store full of
pots and pans and kettles had been turned upside down.
"Oh, what's that?" cried Mother Brown.
"Sounded as if something blew away," said Uncle Tad. "I'll get up and
look."
But he did not have to, for, just then, in came Daddy Brown and Bunker
Blue, their rubber coats all shining wet in the lantern light.
"What made that noise?" asked Mother Brown.
"The cook-tent blew over," said Daddy Brown, "and all the pots, pans and
kettles fell in a heap. But we'll let them go until morning, I guess, as
the worst of the storm is over. Now we'll all go to bed again."
"This tent won't blow over; will it, Daddy?" asked Bunny.
"No, it's all safe now. Go to sleep.
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