"Bootsey! Boo-ootsey!
Bobby Jo!
Where are you-oo?"
The girls thought the sight of Aunt Holly's big blue umbrella bobbing along up the hill from the house was the most wonderful thing they had seen all day.
"We're in trouble now!"
He muttered from the depths of the basket. "We may even be sent to bed with no supper. After a spanking, I expect!"
But no one heard his grumbling. It may have been because it was coming from the bottom of the basket. But probably, it was because just then the thunder rumbled and grumbled again, and both little girls started to run toward the blue umbrella as fast as their legs would go.
