going to get
home?" she asked, and this time it sounded very much as though she were
going to cry in earnest.

"I guess we'll be home pretty soon now," said Bunny hopefully. "Let's
walk over this way;" and he pointed to a new path that crossed the one
they had been walking along for some time.

Sue was very willing to leave it to Bunny, and she walked along beside
her brother, never once letting go his hand. All at once the children
heard a rustling in the leaves of the bushes that grew amid the trees.
They could hear little sticks being broken, as though some one were
stepping on them.

"Oh, Bunny!" exclaimed Sue, shrinking close to her brother, "maybe it is
the dog coming after us!"

"It couldn't be," said Bunny quickly. "If it was the dog he'd bark,
wouldn't he?"

"I guess he would," Sue answered. "But we--we'd, better look out,
Bunny."

"I'll get a stick," offered the little boy, "and if it's a bad dog
I'll----"

He was interrupted by a cry from Sue--a joyful cry.

"Oh, Bunny," shouted the little girl, "it isn't a dog at all! It's
Bunker Blue! Here he is! Did you come for us, Bunker?" she asked, as
Mr. Brown's boat boy came brushing his way through the shrubbery.

"Yes, I've been looking for you," answered Bunker. "Your mother was
getting worried, but Rose and Jimmie Madden said they'd seen you come up
into these woods, and I thought I'd find you here."

"Oh, I'm so glad you did, Bunker!" cried Sue, catching hold of one of
his hands. "We were lost--Bunny and I were--and we heard a dog bark; and
maybe he was the one that took my mother's pocketbook. Did you hear him,
Bunker?"

"Yes, I heard him, Sue," he said, with a smile at the children who were
no longer lost. "But it isn't the same dog, I'm pretty sure. That
pocketbook and ring are gone forever, I guess. Now come on home."

"Do you know the way?" asked Sue, as Bunny took hold of Bunker's other
hand.

"Oh, yes. And it isn't far to the bungalow," answered the fish boy. "You
couldn't see it on account of the thick trees."

And, surely enough, in a little while he led them out on the path to
the beach and they were soon at the bungalow again.

"You must not go off into these woods alone again," said Mrs. Brown.
"They are thicker and darker than the woods at home, Bunny, and it is
easier for you to get lost in them. Don't go to them alone again."

"No'm, I won't," promised the little fellow. "But wouldn't it have been
fine, Mother, if we could ha