The bedding and all the utensils were
now taken into the house; and a little outhouse was built up to cook
in, until the fireplace could be made.
It was late on the Saturday night that the family shifted into the new
house; and fortunate it was that they had no further occasion for
delay, for on the Sunday the first storm burst upon them; the wind blew
with great force; and, although they were shielded from it, still the
cocoa-nut trees ground and sawed each other's stems as they bent their
heads to its force. The lightning was vivid, and the thunder appalling,
while the rain descended in a continual torrent. The animals left the
pastures, and sheltered themselves in the grove; and, although noonday,
it was so dark that they could not see to read.
"This, then, is the rainy season which you talked about, Ready," said
Mrs. Seagrave. "Is it always like this? If so, what shall we do?"
"No, madam; the sun will shine sometimes, but not for long at a time.
We shall be able to get out and do something every now and then almost
every day, but still we shall have rain, perhaps, for many days without
intermission, and we must work indoors."
"How thankful we ought to be that we have a house over our heads; we
should have been drowned in the tents.
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