strawberries tasted at the table, when sugar was
sprinkled over them, and covered with rich, yellow cream, from one of
grandpa's cows. And with some of grandma's bread, covered with the
golden-yellow butter----

Oh dear! I'll just have to stop writing about it, I'll want to go to
Grandpa Brown's farm myself, and have some strawberries. And if I do
that I'll never get this book finished, I know.

Anyhow, I'll just say that Bunny and Sue thought they had never tasted
anything so good as those strawberries. And then the short-cake at
supper that night! There I go again!

Well, anyhow, it was the nicest cake you can imagine.

"Aren't you glad we came here, Sue?" asked Bunny, when he had been given
a second, and very small, piece of the strawberry short-cake.

"Oh, aren't I just, though!" sighed Sue.

The sun was shining brightly when Bunny Brown and his sister Sue
awakened the next morning, and went down to breakfast.

"What can we do to-day, Bunny?" asked Sue. She always waited to see what
Bunny was going to do before she began her play.

"Oh, I think we'll go over by the brook," he said.

"Fishing?"

"No, Sue. Not fishing. Mother won't let me have a regular fish hook.
She's afraid I'll get it stuck in my hands. And you can't catch any fish
on a bent-pin hook. So we won't go fishing."

"I'm glad!" Sue exclaimed, "'cause worms, for bait, is so squiggily in
your hands."

Over to the brook went the two children. Their mother had said they
might play near it, if they did not get wet, and they had on their old
clothes.

At first, after reaching the bank of the little brook, which rippled
over green, mossy stones, Bunny and Sue had fun just tossing in bits of
wood and bark, making believe they were boats. Then Bunny thought of
something.

"Oh, Sue!" he cried. "I'm going to make a waterfall!"

"What's that?" asked his sister.

"Well, you put some mud and sticks and stones in the brook, all the way
across. That makes a deep place, for the water can't run away. And,
after a while, the water runs over the pile of mud and stones, and makes
a waterfall. Will you help me build one?"

"Yes," said Sue.

"Then take off your shoes and stockings, 'cause we got to wade in the
mud and water. And roll up your sleeves. We'll build a big waterfall."

CHAPTER XIII

THE TURKEY GOBBLER

Bunny Brown had seen some of the older boys, near his house, build a
sort of wall across a brook, so that the water was held bac