The engine was started, and just before supper, the Bluebird came to a
stop in Lemby Creek about a mile from the big lake. She was tied to
the bank, and then supper was served.
Then followed a pleasant hour or two on deck, and when it was dark,
the children went into the cabin and played games until bedtime--Nan
and Bert, as well as the smaller twins and the cousins, were asleep
when Mrs. Bobbsey, who had sat up to write some letters, heard her
husband walking about on deck.
"What are you doing?" she called to him through a window.
"Oh, just looking at the weather," he answered. "I think we're going
to have a storm after all, and a hard one, too. I'm glad we're safely
anchored."
Sure enough. That night, about twelve o'clock, the storm came. There
was at first distant, muttering thunder, which soon became louder.
Then lightning followed, flashing in through the windows of the
houseboat, so that Mrs. Bobbsey was awakened.
"Oh, it's going to be a terrible storm," she said to her husband.
"Oh, perhaps not so very bad," he answered. "Here comes the rain!"
Then it began to pour. But the houseboat was well built, and did not
leak a bit.
Next the wind began to blow, gently at first, but finally so hard that
Mr. Bobbsey could hear the creaking of the ropes that tied the boat to
trees on shore.
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