ises he had heard in the night.

"I'll help you look," said Bunny.

"So will I," added Sue. "I'd like to see a Katy bug."

But, though the children and Tom looked all over, they could not find a
katydid until Mr. Brown helped them. Then on a tree he found one of the
queer, light-green grasshopper-like bugs and showed it to the children.

"Why doesn't it cry now?" Sue wanted to know. "Make it cry, Daddy, so I
can hear it!"

"Oh, I can't do that," Mr. Brown said with a laugh. "The katydid cries,
or sings, mostly at night. I guess they don't want anyone to see them.
Besides, I don't just know how they make the noises, whether they rub
their rough legs together, or make a sound somewhere inside them. So I
guess we'll have to let them do as they please."

Tom and the children stood for some little time, watching the pretty,
green bug, and then came the sound of a bell.

"There!" cried Mr. Brown, with a laugh. "I guess you all know who made
that noise, and what it means."

"It means breakfast!" cried Bunny.

"And mother rang the bell!" added Sue.

"That's right," said Bunker Blue, coming along just then. "And your
mother doesn't want you to be late, either, for she's baking cakes, and
you know how you like them!"

"Oh, cakes!" cried Bunny, clapping his hands. "I just love them!"

Soon the little party, including the new boy, Tom Vine, were seated
around the table under the dining tent, eating pancakes that Mrs. Brown
cooked over the oil stove.

Bunny and Sue said nothing for several minutes. They were too busy
eating. Then Bunny, looking at Tom, asked:

"Can you jump over an elephant?"

"Jump over elephants? I guess not!" the new boy cried. "I never saw an
elephant, except in a picture."

"We did," said Sue. "We saw a real elephant in a real circus, and we had
a make-believe circus with a pretend elephant in it."

"And we knowed a boy named Ben Hall, who used to be in a real circus,"
went on Bunny. "He could jump over an elephant, and I thought maybe you
could, too."

"No," said Tom, with a shake of his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't do
that. About the only thing I can do is wash and dry the dishes."

"Well, it's a good thing to be able to do even one thing well," said
Mrs. Brown, "and I'm glad you're here to wash and dry the dishes. There
are plenty of them."

"I know something else you can do," said Bunny, smiling at Tom.

"What is it?"

"You can eat."

"Yes," and Tom laughed. "I like to eat, an