time for himself.
“What is it in real time?” asked Peggy.
“Two o’clock in the morning,” said Captain John. After all, there were some things these Amazons did not know.
There was a gust of wind and then a heavier pattering of rain on the tents and after that it was as if the rain were coming down in solid lumps of water that splashed and broke on the thin canvas.
“It’s coming through,” said Roger. “I can feel it.”
“Don’t touch the wall of the tent,” said John.
“I’m not, but it’s coming through all the same.”
“It’s coming through our tent too,” said Susan. “Titty, you’d better cover up the parrot.”
“I have, but I don’t believe he likes it.”
There was more lightning and more thunder. The rain stopped for a moment and then poured down again.
“John,” called Susan.
“Yes.”
“Better get into our clothes and then we can keep them dry under the blankets. Have you got your oilies?”
“Yes. Have you?”
“I’ll get them in a minute. I’m lighting our lantern. Spread your oilies over your blankets. Roger too.”