Bunny. "Maybe the automobile might tip over."

"And if we were in bed we'd be all upside down and tangled in the
clothes," added Sue. "Please let us stay up! We'll wrap in blankets like
Indians."

"Better let them get dressed," said Mr. Brown in a low voice to his
wife. "There's no telling what has happened."

"What do you think?" and her voice was anxious.

"Well, it feels as if we were in a stream of some sort, partly afloat.
Let the children get dressed," answered her husband.

Bunny Brown and his sister heard and hastened to their curtained-off
bunks. Meanwhile Uncle Tad had closed the window near the front seat and
that kept out the wind and rain. And it was raining and blowing hard.
Those in the cosy car could hear the drops dash against the panes, while
the wind howled around the corners of the machine.

The automobile itself was bumping along as if, indeed, it was floating
down some stream, or had gone to sea like one of Mr. Brown's boats. The
dogs had ceased their whining now.

"I guess they were scared, out there all alone," said Bunny, when he was
nearly dressed. "I'm glad they're in here with us now."

"So am I," said Sue, as she came out into the sitting room, where Mother
Brown had turned on the electric lights. It was a bit cool in the auto,
for the storm had taken all the heat from the air, but there was danger