ny, pulling his hand away
from the woman's. "We're not going with you! We want our Toby pony and
we want to go home!"

"And we want our dog Splash!" sobbed Sue, for she was crying in earnest
now. "We're not going with you!" and she, also, pulled away from the
gypsy woman.

"Say, they're plucky little tykes!" said the man. "Don't be too rough
with 'em, Sal. But keep 'em quiet until we can get away. Put 'em in a
wagon and shut the door! Lively now!"

"Here! you carry one and I'll carry the other!" said the woman who was
called "Sal."

Then she lifted Sue up in her arms, in spite of her screams, kicks and
struggles, and ran with her out of the shack. The gypsy man caught Bunny
up in the same way, though the little fellow tried to strike with his
fists, and carried him out.

Then, as the two children were carried toward one of the gaily painted
wagons, Bunny caught sight of a man running out of the wooden cabin with
the red-and-yellow box under his arm.

"There! I guess you won't get out of that place in a hurry!" snapped the
woman, as she thrust Sue into the wagon. Bunny was shoved in after his
sister, and the door slammed shut. It was not altogether dark inside the
wagon, which was fitted up something like the ark, and Bunny and Sue
could dimly see chairs, tables, sleeping bunks and a little stove.

The next moment the wagon started off, and they could hear the thud-thud
of the feet of the horses that were drawing it.

"Oh, Bunny!" sobbed Sue, "the gypsies are taking us away and we'll
never see daddy, or mother, or Toby again! Oh, dear!"

Bunny wanted to sob as Sue was doing, but he felt that he must not. He
must be brave and see if he could not get out and help his sister to get
out also.

So he held back his tears, and pounded on the doors of the gypsy wagon.

"Let us get out! Let us get out of here!" he cried.

But no one answered, the doors were locked, and the wagon rumbled on
faster than before.

"What are we going to do?" asked Sue.

"I don't know," answered Bunny Brown.

On and on rumbled and swayed the wagon, with the two children inside.
They found some chairs to sit on, and kept close to one another. Bunny
made his way to a window in the side, and tried to look out. But the
window was of frosted glass, and he could not see through it. Nor could
he push it back or open it. He could hear the horses' feet plainer now,
and they seemed to be on a road, and not on the soft grass of the fields
or t