led Sadie West to Sue, waving her hand.

"Good-bye!" echoed Bunny and his sister.

Down the main street of the village they went, many of Mr. Brown's
friends stopping to wave their hands or hats to him. Such an automobile,
fitted up inside so a family could live in it, was seldom seen in
Bellemere.

"There's Charlie Star!" called Bunny, as he saw a boy on the street.

"Yes, and there's Helen Newton," added Sue. "Oh, I wish they were going
with us!"

"We haven't room, my dear," said her mother, for sometimes Sue would
invite her friends to stay to dinner or to supper without knowing
whether her mother thought it best. "Besides," went on Mrs. Brown, "you
will find many playmates, and enough to do, on grandpa's farm."

"Yes, I guess we will," said Bunny. "I'm going fishing."

"And I'm going to pick flowers," Sue said. "I don't like fishing, 'cause
the worms on your hook are so squiggily."

Mr. and Mrs. Brown sat in easy chairs in the little dining room of the
automobile. It was also the sitting room, when the table was not set.
And it was the kitchen when the cooking was being done on the oil stove,
so you see it was three rooms in one.

Beyond the dividing curtains was the bed room, with the four bunks
against the wall. There were windows in that room, but the Brown family
seemed to like best sitting in the one nearest the back doors of the
automobile.

"It's just like being in a railroad train," said Bunny, as he looked out
of the window, and waved to Harry Bentley, one of his friends, whom he
saw, just then, on the steps in front of Harry's house.

"Yes," said Sue. "It's like a train, 'ceptin' it jiggles you more," for
the street was a bit rough, and the car bumped unevenly along, and
swayed from side to side.

"It will run more smoothly when we get out on the soft, dirt country
road," Mr. Brown said.

A little later they had passed out of the village. On the front seat
Bunker Blue steered the machine, and made it go faster or slower, just
as he needed to.

Inside Splash walked about, feeling a little strange at first, perhaps.
But he saw Bunny and Sue, and Mr. and Mrs. Brown, so of course he knew
it was all right, and that he was one of the family.

"Mother, I'm hungry," said Sue. "Could I have something to eat?"

"Maybe a jam tart," added Bunny. "The kind Aunt Lu used to make, with
the jam squashing up through the three little holes on top."

"Yes, I have made some of them," Mrs. Brown said. "I'll