Bunny Brown was hungry himself, and he did want some of the berries very
much. But there were, now, only a few left in the pail, and Bunny
remembered that his mother had said to him that he must always look
after Sue when she went walking with him.

And the best way he could look after her, this time, he thought, like
the brave little fellow he tried to be, was to give her all the berries.

"Are you sure you don't want 'em, Bunny?" asked his sister.

"Sure!" he said. "Anyhow, we'll find more when I get hungry."

"All right," and Sue began eating the berries. She was very hungry.

After a while Bunny said:

"Now I'm going to look for the field again. If we find the field we can
find the hill, and then we'll be almost home."

"All right," replied Sue, putting the last of the berries into her
mouth. "Do I have to wash again, Bunny?" she asked, as she looked at her
stained hands. Her mouth was stained, too, but she could not see that.

"I don't know where the spring of water is," Bunny said, "so I don't see
how you can wash."

"All right." Sue did not much mind. She was not very fond of washing in
cold spring water, anyhow.

Once more the children went on. But though they followed many paths
through the woods they did not get on the one that led out and to the
field and hill.

"Oh, dear!" said Sue, in a sad little voice.

"What's the matter?" asked Bunny, stopping and turning around, for he
had walked on ahead.

"I'm so tired, Bunny!"

"Well, we'll rest a while."

They sat down on a log, Bunny looking through the trees, here and there,
thinking he might see some path that led out of the woods. But he saw
none.

"Are you rested now, Sue?" he asked, after a while.

"A little," she answered. "I can walk some more."

So they went on again. It was getting late afternoon now, for the
children had not started to pick berries until after dinner. The sun was
going down, and of course it was darker in the woods, with all the
trees around, than it was out in the open fields.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were surely lost in the woods, and they
did not know how to get home. As I have told you, this was not the first
time this had happened to them, and they were not as frightened as they
had been other times. But still it was no fun.

Through the woods were many paths. Some had been made by cows, or
horses, perhaps, while others were those taken by persons who walked
among the trees. But there were no perso