friends, the best that you have, instead of keeping it yourself, no
matter how much you want it.

"Oh, what a lovely doll!" exclaimed the little girl, her eyes shining
bright.

"Her name is Ethel," said Sue.

"Why, that's my name!" exclaimed the little girl in the blue dress. "Did
you know that?"

"No," answered Sue. "I didn't, but I'm glad it is your name. Now we'll
find a place to play house."

Sue found a spot where some vines grew over an old stump, making a sort
of green tent, or leafy bower, like the one on the island where she and
Bunny had played Robinson Crusoe. In that Ethel and Sue had a fine time
with the dolls.

When it was time to eat the lunch from the baskets, Bunny and Sue asked
if they could not take theirs, and eat it with some of the other
children, who were going off by themselves. Sue wanted to be with Ethel,
and Bunny had found a boy named John, at one of the swings. He brought
John to eat with him.

"Yes, you children may take your lunch off by yourselves," said Mother
Brown. "I thought you would want to do that, so I put it up in a
separate basket for you."

Bunker Blue carried the lunch for Bunny and Sue to a nice place in the
woods where a number of children were going to eat the good things their
fathers and mothers had brought for them.

The children had nearly finished eating, when, all at once, the bushes
near where Bunny was sitting were pushed to one side, and two
rough-looking men, one large and one smaller, with ragged clothes, and
red handkerchiefs tied around their necks in place of collars, stepped
out.

And then one of the tramps, for that is what the men were, made a grab
for the lunch basket that was near Bunny Brown.

CHAPTER XX

THE MISSING CAKE

The tramps had come through the bushes so quickly, and had made such a
sudden grab for the lunch basket, that, for a second or two, Bunny Brown
did not know what to do. Neither did his sister Sue. Nor were the other
children any better off.

They just sat there, looking at the rough men, one of whom had Bunny's
basket, and was taking out what was left of the sandwiches, cake and
other good things.

"Is there anything to eat in it?" asked the little tramp of the big one,
who had Bunny's basket.

"Yes, some," was the answer. "But there are more lunch baskets. Grab one
for yourself."

Of course that was not a nice way to talk--not very polite you know. But
perhaps tramps are different from other folks. T