et.
It will dry out in a few days. Besides, you've seen the tent up."

"It's just like when we had it for the circus," explained Sue. "I don't
want to go out to the barn and see it, Bunny. I'm hungry, and I want my
supper."

"It's almost ready," said Mother Brown. "Then we really are going
camping?" She looked at her husband as she asked the question.

"Yes, I thought that would be a nice way to spend the summer vacation,"
said Mr. Brown. "Grandpa's tent is very large. We can sleep in that one.
I also have a smaller tent, in which we can set a table, and next to
that will be one, still smaller, where we can cook on an oil stove in
wet weather. We'll have a real camp!"

"Oh, fine!" cried Bunny.

"How nice!" exclaimed Sue.

"And where are we going to camp?" Mother Brown questioned.

"Up in the woods, about ten miles from here, near Lake Wanda," answered
Mr. Brown. "And, now that I've told you all about the surprise, I think,
we'll have supper."

CHAPTER III

BUNNY AND SUE SLEEP OUT

After supper the two children, and their father and mother, as well,
found so much to talk over, about camping out, that it was bed-time for
Bunny and Sue almost before they knew it.

"Oh, can't we stay up just a _little_ longer?" begged Bunny, when his
mother told him it was time for him and Sue to get undressed.

"Just let's hear daddy tell, once more, how he cooks eggs over a
campfire," added Sue.

"Not to-night; some other time," said Mr. Brown. "That's one of the
things you must learn when going to camp--to obey orders."

Daddy Brown set Bunny and Sue down on the floor--they had climbed up
into his lap again after supper. He stood up tall and straight, like a
soldier, and touched his hand to his head.

"Order Number One!" he said. "Time to go to bed. Good-night!"

"Aye, aye, sir!" answered Bunny, putting his hand to his head, as he had
seen his father do. That was saluting, you know, just as a gentleman
lifts his hat to a lady, or a private soldier salutes his officer.

Mr. Brown laughed, for, though Bunny had saluted as a soldier does, the
little boy had answered like a sailor. You see, he knew more about
sailors than he did about soldiers, living near the sea as he had all
his life.

Whenever Mr. Brown wanted Bunny to do anything, without asking too many
questions about it, or talking too much, Bunny's father would pretend he
was a captain, and the little boy a soldier, who must mind, or obey, at
the firs