l tell you. I am sorry about your little
boy's pony."

"Yes, he and his Sister Sue feel bad about losing their pet," said Mr.
Brown.

Then he and Bunny and Bunker tramped back through the mud and rain to
the motor boat. Bunny felt so bad he did not know what to do, but his
father said:

"Never mind. If we don't find Toby I'll get you another pony."

"No other would be as nice as Toby," said Bunny, half sobbing.

"Oh, yes, I think we could find one," said his father. "But we will not
give up yet. I'll write to the police in several of the towns and
villages around us, and ask them if any gypsies are camped near them. If
there are we'll go and see if any of them have Toby."

Bunny felt better after hearing this, though he was still sad, and did
not talk much on the way home across the bay. The storm was not so bad
now, and, as the wind blew toward Bellemere, the _Spray_ went home
faster than she had gone away.

"Did you get Toby?" cried Sue, running to the door as she heard the
steps of Bunny and her father on the porch, late that afternoon.

Mr. Brown shook his head to say "No."

"He--he wasn't there!" said Bunny, hardly able to keep back his tears.
And Sue didn't keep hers back at all. She just let them splash right
down on the floor, until her mother had to pick the little girl up in
her arms--perhaps to keep her feet from getting wet.

"Never mind, Sue," said Mrs. Brown. "We'll get you another pony."

"I want Toby!" sobbed Sue.

"Maybe we can find him," said Bunny, who felt that he must be brave,
when he saw how sorry his little sister felt. "Maybe there are more
gypsy camps, and we'll look in some of them; won't we, Daddy?"

"That's what we will, Son! We'll find Toby yet."

It rained during the night, and all that Bunny and Sue could think of,
until they fell asleep, was that Toby and Splash might be out in it,
cold, wet, and hungry. They even put something in their prayers about
wanting to find the lost dog and pony.

The next day, down at his office, Mr. Brown wrote a number of letters to
the police in neighboring cities, asking if there were any camps of
gypsies in their neighborhood, and, if there were, to let him know.

"Then we'll go there and see if we can find Toby," he said to the
children.

Bunny and Sue did not know what to do. There was no school, so they took
walks in the woods and fields. Without Splash and Toby they were very
lonesome.

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