s, can not
make pies, and jam tarts and cake as good as mothers and grandmothers
can.

The hermit showed Grandpa Brown the valley where the Gypsies had been
seen, with their wagons shining with looking glasses. But the queer
Gypsies were gone, though the ashes of their campfires showed where they
had stopped. And of course there were no horses left behind.

"They don't stay very long in one place," said Grandpa Brown. "If they
had my horses, they took them away. I guess I'll never see them again."

For several days, after getting lost, Bunny and Sue did not have any
adventures. They played about the farmhouse, or in the barn, having much
fun. Once they went fishing with Bunker Blue. Bunker did the fishing,
and caught five or six, which Grandma Brown fried for supper.

One morning, when Bunny and Sue came down stairs, after a good night's
sleep, they saw their mother and grandmother busy in the kitchen putting
cake and pies, sandwiches, pickles, knives, forks, spoons, and other
things, in baskets.

"What's that for?" asked Bunny.

"A picnic," answered his mother.

"Oh, are we going on a picnic?" asked Sue, clapping her hands.

"Yes, off in the woods," her grandmother replied. "It is a Sunday-school
picnic, and grandpa and I go every year. This time we will take you with
us."

"Oh, what fun we'll have!" cried Bunny Brown. "I just love a picnic;
don't you, Sue?"

"Awful much!" answered the little girl.

CHAPTER XIX

THE TRAMPS

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue watched their mother and grandmother put
in the baskets the good things they were to eat on the picnic, which was
to be held in a woodland grove about two miles away.

"Oh, what a big cake!" exclaimed Sue, as she saw a cocoanut-custard cake
being taken from the shelf by her mother.

"Do you like that kind?" asked Grandma Brown.

"I just love it!" cried Sue, standing on her tip-toes to look over the
table.

"So do I," added Bunny.

"Yes, it is their favorite cake," said Mother Brown. "I always make it
when they have a birthday, and on Christmas and New Year's day."

"But I don't know where we're going to put it," said Grandma Brown. "It
is a fine, big cake, but all the baskets are filled. If we crowd it in
it will crush, and----"

"Oh, don't squash our cocoanut cake!" begged Sue. "Don't spoil it,
Mother!"

"I'll not, my dear. Perhaps we had better not take it along," she said
to Grandma Brown. "We have enough to eat without it."

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