In the high wind, Hanny could not hear. But Vevi saw her enter the north field and dart down the rows of tulips. Hanny carefully set the crate down. Then she came flying back to rejoin Vevi in the mill. “Our tulip is still safe!” she exclaimed. “I have covered it with the box. Now it will be protected even if the other tulips are ruined.” Vevi had noticed the place where Hanny had set down the box. “It was the Golden Beauty that you covered,” she said. “I am sure of it, Vevi. But I will never tell.” The old mill was a chilly and uncomfortable place in which to stand. Hanny said that the barn, directly across the yard, was a much better shelter from which to watch the storm. “Let’s make a run for it,” she urged. “The rain is coming.” Together the girls dashed across the open space. Midway there, Vevi spied her lost beanie snagged against a fence post. She darted aside to rescue it. Before she could reach the barn, rain began to come down in torrents. “Hurry! Hurry!” Hanny shouted, holding the barn door open for her. Vevi dashed in, her Brownie uniform splashed with raindrops. For several minutes the rain came in a great sheet. Then abruptly, it let up. “At least we will not have hail,” Hanny declared. “That is what ruins the plants.” Now that the excitement was nearly over, Vevi became interested in the interior of the barn. She had never seen such a clean place. The floor was swept as neatly as a living room. Curtains were at all the windows. The stalls, where two Jersey cows contentedly chewed their cuds, did not have a speck of dust or dirt. Vevi sniffed the air. She could smell something sweet and fragrant. “What is that odor?” she asked. “The haymow,” Hanny told her. “See, the ladder leads up to it.” Vevi climbed up to look. “My, this hay looks nice and soft,” she called down. The little girl suddenly realized that the trip from Rosedale and so much running and hurrying had made her very tired. She snuggled down into a mound of hay. Hanny also climbed the ladder. Seeing Vevi so snug, she curled up beside her. The hay was warm and delightful. “I’m sleepy,” Vevi said. “I think I will take a nap. By the time I wake up, the rain will be over.” “It is almost over now,” said Hanny. “I think I will take a nap anyhow,” Vevi declared. “Wake me up when it stops raining.” Now Hanny did not intend to fall asleep. After Vevi had closed her eyes, she lay very still listening to the rain on the barn roof. The hay was sweet-smelling and as cozy as a feather bed. She felt delightfully drowsy, shut off from all the world. Hanny thought she would close her eyes only for a moment. When she opened them, she was astonished to see that dark shadows shrouded the haymow. Vevi was shaking her. “M-m,” Hanny mumbled drowsily. For a moment she could not think where she was or what had happened. Vevi pressed a hand over Hanny’s lips. “Sh!” she warned.