mother smiled at them. From a shelf over the oil stove she took
down a large platter on which she put the eggs she was cooking.

"What is the secret, Mother?" begged Bunny. "Please tell us!"

"Yes," added Sue. "We've guessed and guessed, but we can't guess right.
Bunker said you might tell us."

Mrs. Brown laughed, and, after she had put the platter of eggs on the
table, she pointed to two large, round, tin boxes on a chair in the big
tent.

"Can you read what it says on those boxes?" Mrs. Brown asked Bunny.

Bunny looked at the long word.

"It begins with a 'M'," he said, "and the next letter is 'A' and then
comes----"

"Oh, I know what's next!" cried Sue. "It's a 'R.' I can tell by the
funny little tail that kicks up behind. It's just like the 'B' for Brown
in our name, only the R has a kick-up tail at the end. That letter is a
'R'; isn't it, Mother?"

"Yes," answered Mrs. Brown. "But what is the whole word, Bunny? If you
can tell what it is you'll know the secret."

Bunny could spell out each letter one after another and he did, until he
had spelled this big word:

MARSHMALLOW

But he could not say it. The word was too big for him. So his mother
said it for him.

"Those are marshmallow candies in the tin boxes," said Mrs. Brown. "Now
can you guess the secret?"

"Oh, I know!" cried Sue. "We're going to have a marshmallow roast by the
campfire to-night! Is that it, Mother? And the sharp sticks Bunker is
making are to put the marshmallow candies on to hold over the fire and
roast! Isn't that it?"

"Yes, Sue, you have guessed it."

"Pooh! I was just going to say that," cried Bunny.

"Well, Sue said it first, dear," went on Bunny's mother. "Now get ready
for dinner. After dinner we'll take a nice walk, and this evening, when
it gets dark, Uncle Tad is going to build a campfire and we'll all roast
marshmallows."

"Oh, what fun!" cried Sue, clapping her hands.

"Jolly, jolly fun!" laughed Bunny.

And that was why Bunker Blue was making the pointed sticks.

"Now for our walk!" called Mother Brown, when the dinner things had been
cleared away, and Tom Vine had washed and dried the dishes, Bunny and
Sue helping. "We'll take a walk over near the waterfall. I want to take
a picture of it."

But, when they were all ready to start--Bunker Blue, Splash and all--Tom
Vine could not be found.

"Why, where is he?" asked Bunny. "He was here a minute ago, for I saw
him."

"Maybe he's losted," sa