Some of them played basketball in the pavilion.

Three fellows from the Boston troop went out fishing, but they had to come in it was raining so hard.
Before dinnertime, Uncle Jeb called some of us to move the mess boards into the pavilion, because it was beginning to blow from the east and the awnings and thatch roofs over the mess boards didn't keep the rain off, because it blew sideways.

Out on the lake the water was churning up rough with little white caps.

Jiminy, I never saw it like that before.
It was so dark and rainy that a fellow couldn't read even; anyway _I_ couldn't because, oh, I don't know, I felt queer kind of.

A lot of us sat on the wide porch of the pavilion--the side facing the lake.