s best team of
horses.

"And we've looked, and looked, but we can't find them," said Sue. "Once
Bunny found Aunt Lu's diamond ring that was lost. It was in the lobster
claw all the while, and we didn't know it."

"But we forgot to look for the horses to-day," said Bunny. "You didn't
see them; did you, Mr. Hermit?"

"Well, now, I don't know about that," said the old man who lived all
alone in the woods. "Come to think of it I did see a camp of Gypsies in
the woods, not far from here, the other day. I was out taking a walk, as
I often do, and, down in a little valley I saw something shining."

"Oh, I know what it was!" cried Bunny, his eyes bright with eagerness.

"What was it?" asked the hermit.

"You saw the looking glasses, on the Gypsy wagons, shining in the sun."

"That was it, little man. But how did you know?"

"'Cause Sue and I saw it too, once. It was when we came in the big
automobile. We went to the Gypsy camp, and we 'most got lost then. But
mamma and papa and our dog, Splash, found us."

"What a queer name for a dog," said the hermit.

"We called him that 'cause he splashed into the water and pulled me out
when I fell in, the time Bunny and me were shipwrecked," said Sue. "We
got shipwrecked on an island."

"Like Robinson Crusoe," added the little boy.

"But we couldn't find Mr. Friday," said Sue. "You could be Mr. Friday,
if we ever played Robinson Crusoe; couldn't he, Bunny?" Sue asked. "You
look like the pictures of Robinson in the book. You could be him, and
Bunny could be Friday--that would be better. Would you like to, Mr.
Hermit?"

"Well, I don't know, my dear. I guess my play-days and make-believe days
are over."

"You are just like Robinson Crusoe," Sue went on. "It's better to be
him, 'cause Mr. Friday is black. You'd have to black up. I did, with
black mud, and I was washing it off when I fell in and Splash pulled me
out."

"You can tell me about that another time," said the old man. "I think,
now, I had better start home with you. And, on the way, we will look in
the valley for the Gypsies. Perhaps they are there yet."

"And maybe they have grandpa's horses!" cried Bunny. "Oh, wouldn't that
be good Sue, if we could find them?"

"It would be just lovely!"

"Well, it's possible these may be the same Gypsies," said the old man,
"though they may not be, and they may not have your grandpa's horses.
But we'll look, anyhow."

So they set out to look for the missing horses. Bunny