was only a little
while, and then Toby brought us home, but it was on a new road," and,
taking turns, she and Bunny told what had happened.

"Well, I'll feel better about having you go out for rides, if I know
that Toby can always bring you back," said Mrs. Brown. "But don't try
too many new roads. Stick to the old paths that you know until you get a
little older. Did you bring my butter?"

"Yes, here it is," and Bunny handed it out, nicely wrapped up as Mrs.
Potter had given it to him.

"Has Splash come home yet?" Sue asked.

The dog had not. He was off in the woods having a good time with Bunker.
At least he looked as though he had had a good time when he did come
home, for he was covered with mud and water, and there were a lot of
"stickery" briars and brambles on his back and legs.

"He ran into every bush and every puddle of water he could find," said
Bunker Blue. "I couldn't stop him."

"Well, he can come with us next time," said Bunny. "It's only when we go
to the farm, where the cross dog lives, that we can't take Splash."

The next day Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue were "playing house" in
their side yard. They made a sort of tent under the trees with an old
carriage cover they found in the barn, and Sue pretended she was the
housekeeper.

"And you must come to call on me," she said to Bunny.

"All right, I will," he agreed. "But there isn't any door to knock on,
nor any bell to ring when I call. You ought to have a bell to your
house, Sue."

"That's so--I ought," she agreed.

"I know how I can make one," went on Bunny, after a while.

"How?" asked Sue.

"Well, there's an old bell that the milkman used to have--the milkman
who kept his horse and wagon in our barn," explained the little boy.
"The bell is in the barn now."

"Oh, yes, I 'member," Sue said.

About a year before a milkman, whose barn had burned, had asked Mr.
Brown for permission to stable his horse and keep his wagon in the barn
back of the house where Bunny and Sue lived. And, as they then had no
pony and the barn was nearly empty, Mr. Brown had said the milkman might
use it.

He did, for a time, and then he gave up the milk business, and sold his
horse and wagon. But he left the bell behind--the bell he used to ring
in front of people's houses to let them know he was there with milk and
cream.

"We can take his bell for your house," went on Bunny.

"You mean set it outside on a box, and ring it when you come to call?"
as