gold in?" asked Bunny.
"I don't know. I didn't open the letter," answered Uncle Tad.
But Mrs. Brown soon read the note and, as she did so, a look of surprise
came over her face.
"Yes, that is Mr. Ravenwood's box," said Bunny's mother. "He is coming
here to-morrow in his motor boat to get it. But here is something else
very strange. I'll read it to you," she went on. Then she read:
"'Thank you, very much, for saving my valuable
box. I see a little boy named Harry Slater helped
in saving it. I wonder if he is any relation to a
Mr. Thomas Slater who has been advertising for a
lost yellow dog. I have found such a dog, and I am
going to bring him to Christmas Tree Cove in my
motor boat when I come after my box. If this is
the lost dog that is being advertised for, Harry
may have him back.'"
"Oh, I wonder if that is my dog!" exclaimed Harry.
"And if it is, I wonder if he can tell us where he left mother's
pocketbook," said Bunny Brown.
CHAPTER XXIII
"THAT'S THE DOG!"
When Daddy Brown came up to Christmas Tree Cove from his dock in
Bellemere that evening he, of course, was told about the letter from Mr.
Ravenwood.
"I am glad that we can give him back his box," said Bunny's father. "But
what is this about a dog?"
"You know we had a big dog named Sandy, of whom we were very fond," said
Mrs. Slater, who, with Harry, was paying a call after supper on the
Browns. "As I have told Bunny and Sue, one day, when we were out in our
auto looking for a place to spend the summer, Sandy leaped out and ran
away. We did all we could to get him back, but he disappeared, and we
had to go on without him, much to Harry's sorrow.
"The place where Sandy leaped from the auto and ran away was Bellemere,
and we were quite surprised when we got here to find that you people
lived there," went on Mrs. Slater, nodding at Mrs. Brown and her family.
"And maybe it was Sandy who ran in the yard and took the pocketbook when
Sue and I were having a seesaw out in the barn," suggested Bunny.
"Of course it is possible," admitted Mr. Brown, when there had been more
talk and it was discovered that the Sandy dog was lost the very same day
that Mrs. Brown's pocketbook was picked up off the bench and carried
away by a strange yellow animal that then ran into Mr. Foswick's
carpenter shop.
"Yes, Sandy could very easily have run down the stre
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