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.”

But it was some little time before they were all asleep again.  Nothing more happened that night, and Bunny and Sue were up very early the next morning to see what the storm had done.

Camp Rest-a-While was not a pretty sight.

Besides the cook-tent having been blown over, there were broken branches of trees scattered about.  The tents were covered with leaves blown from the trees, and there were many mud puddles.

The oil stove, and the pots, pans and other things, with which Mother Brown cooked, were piled in a heap under the fallen cook-tent.  The tent itself was soaking wet, and one of the poles that had held it up was broken.

“Oh, we can’t ever have anything to eat!” said Sue sadly, as she looked at the fallen tent.

“We can build a campfire,” said Bunny.  “Uncle Tad used to cook breakfast over one; didn’t you?” and he turned to the old soldier.

“Yes, Bunny, I did.  But I guess we won’t have to this time.  We’ll soon have the oil stove working.”

Then he and Daddy Brown, with Bunker Blue and Tom Vine, set to work.  The blown-down tent was pulled to one side, and it was seen that though everything under it was in a heap, still nothing was broken.

Soon some milk was being warmed for the children, and coffee made for the older folk.  Then Mother Brown even made pancakes on the oil stove, which was set up on a box at one side of the dining-tent.  The day was a fine one, and there was not enough wind to make the stove smoke.

So they had breakfast after all, and then began the work of making Camp Rest-a-While look as it had before the storm.  A new tent pole was cut, and the tent put up again, stronger than before.  Bunny and Sue helped by picking up the scattered pieces of tree branches, and piling them in a heap.  Then they swept up the torn-off leaves, and by this time the sun had dried up some of the puddles of water.  By noon time the camp looked as well as it had before the storm.