ing wheel. "Is
everybody ready?"

"I am!" answered Bunny Brown. "I've got my fishing pole, and I can dig
some worms when I get to camp."

"Are you going to fish with worms?" asked Sue.

"Sure I am! Fishes love worms."

"I don't!" Sue said. "Worms is so squiggily." She always said that when
Bunny spoke of worms.

"Well, I guess we're all ready," remarked Daddy Brown. "Start off,
Bunker Blue."

"Chug-chug!" went the automobile.

"Bow-wow!" barked the dog Splash.

"Good-bye!" called Bunny and Sue to some of their little boy and girl
friends who had gathered to wave farewell. "Good-bye! Good-bye!"

Then the big automobile rolled out into the road. The Browns were off to
camp.

CHAPTER VI

PUTTING UP THE TENTS

"How long will it take us to get to Lake Wanda, Mother?" asked Bunny
Brown, as, with Sue and Uncle Tad, he and his mother sat in the back of
the big car that rumbled along the road.

"Oh, we ought to get there about noon," she answered.

"Just in time to eat," said Uncle Tad. "I suppose you children will be
good and hungry, too."

"I'm hungry now," said Sue, "I wish I had a jam tart, Mother."

"So do I!" put in Bunny.

"I'll give you one in a few minutes," Mrs. Brown said. "We did have an
early breakfast, and I suppose you are hungry now."

"Will we have to cook dinner as soon as we get to camp?" Bunny wanted to
know.

"If we do I'll help," said Uncle Tad with a smile. "I can build a
campfire. When I was a soldier, in the army, down South, we used to
build campfires, and roast potatoes when we couldn't find anything else
to eat."

"Did they taste good, Uncle Tad?" asked Sue.

"Indeed they did, little girl. And we had roast ears of corn, too. They
were even better than the potatoes."

"I guess we'll have to make Uncle Tad the camp cook," said Mother Brown
with a smile, as she brought out a basket of lunch for Bunny and Sue. In
the basket were some cakes, sandwiches and a few of the jam and jelly
tarts that Aunt Lu used to make. Only, as Aunt Lu had gone back to her
city home, Mrs. Brown had learned to make the tarts, and Bunny and Sue
were very fond of them.

As they rode along in the big automobile the children ate the little
lunch, and enjoyed it very much. Uncle Tad took some too, for he had
gotten up early, with the others, and he was hungry.

"I wonder if Daddy and Bunker Blue wouldn't like a tart," murmured Sue,
after a bit, as she picked up the last crumbs of hers.

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