give you some.
You must be hungry, as we had an early breakfast."

Mrs. Brown knew how to make jam tarts just like those Aunt Lu used to
bake. A little cupboard was opened, and a plate of the nice tarts set
on the table for the children.

"Oh!" murmured Sue.

"Ah!" said Bunny.

"And would you like a glass of cool milk?" asked Mrs. Brown.

"But how can we have cool milk, on a hot day, when we have no ice?"
asked Bunny.

"Oh, but we have ice!" said Mrs. Brown, laughing. "See, Daddy had a
little ice box put in, and I keep the butter, milk and other things that
need to be cool, in there."

And, surely enough, in one corner of the dining-sitting-room and kitchen
was a little icebox, out of which Mrs. Brown took a bottle of milk. So
Bunny and Sue were having a nice little lunch, which tasted all the
better because they were eating it as they rumbled along in the
automobile-house-on-wheels.

Splash looked on hungrily, until Mr. Brown tossed him a dog biscuit.
Sadie West had bought some for him, thinking she was going to keep the
dog, but she had put the biscuits in the automobile when Bunny and Sue
came for their pet.

Mile after mile, along the road, rumbled the big automobile van, like a
circus wagon. Bunny and Sue sometimes sat near the back doors, looking
out, or else they climbed up on boxes near the side windows. Mr. and
Mrs. Brown sat and talked, and laughed at the funny things the children
said. Out on the front seat Bunker Blue held the steering wheel.

"Could I ride outside, with him?" asked Bunny, after a while. "I want to
ride outside, Daddy!"

"No, indeed, little man," answered his father. "You might get bounced
off, and hurt. This auto isn't like Mr. Reinberg's, in which you once
had a ride. It would not be safe for you or Sue to ride outside."

"But I want to talk to Bunker," persisted the little boy.

"Well, I think I can manage that," Mr. Brown went on. "There is a window
in the front part of the auto, right close to the back of Bunker's seat.
I'll open that window, and you can talk to him through it. Go into the
bed room."

Bunny and Sue walked into the front part of the automobile, through the
hanging curtains. And, surely enough, when Mr. Brown opened a window he
had had cut in the front of the van, there was Bunker's smiling face
looking in. He saw Bunny and Sue, and laughed.

"Oh, Bunker! Isn't this lovely?" asked Sue.

"Well, it's better than rowing a boat full of fish, anyhow, Sue.