"

"And we had something to eat," went on Bunny. "Are you hungry, Bunker?"

"Well, no, not real hungry. I had some chewing gum a while ago."

"I can give you a sandwich, Bunker, if you'd like it," said Mrs. Brown,
looking out of the window, over the heads of Bunny and Sue. "Chewing gum
isn't good to eat."

"Oh, I didn't swaller it," said the red-haired young man. "But I'm not
hungry. I'll wait until dinner. I couldn't eat and steer this big auto
at the same time. I'll wait."

"It will soon be time for dinner," said Mrs. Brown.

On went the car, and at noon it came to a stop in the road, near a shady
bit of woods.

"Here's where we'll eat," said Mrs. Brown. "Shall we set the table
inside, or out on the grass?"

"Out on the grass!" cried Bunny. "Then, we'll be just like Gypsies at a
picnic."

So Mr. Brown lifted the table out of the automobile, and he and Bunny
and Sue helped put on the dishes and the knives and forks. Mrs. Brown
cooked the dinner on the oil stove. There were meat and potatoes and
green peas, besides tomato soup, which Bunny liked very much.

There was milk for the children, and tea for the older folk, and they
sat on chairs, under the trees, and ate what Bunny said was the best
dinner he had ever had. Sue liked it too, and so did Bunker Blue.

Then, after a little rest, they went on again. Oh, I forgot to say that
of course Splash had his dinner, also. He ate the scraps of meat, and
the bread and potatoes left over when all the others had finished. He
liked his dinner very much.

On rumbled the big automobile over the country roads. Many persons who
passed it--some in other cars, and some in carriages--turned to look at
the funny house-on-wheels. Perhaps they wished they had one like it.

"And are we going to sleep in it to-night?" asked Sue, when the sun
began to go down.

"Yes," answered her mother. "I'll make up your little beds just as I do
at home."

"But I can't sleep if it jiggles and squiggles so much, Mother!"

"We'll not travel at night," said Mr. Brown. "We'll find a nice place
beside the road, run the auto under the trees, and stay there until
morning. Then the auto won't jiggle you, Sue."

"All right, Daddy. That's nice!"

Just before dusk they stopped for supper. This was just as much enjoyed
as was the dinner. Mrs. Brown made lemonade, when Bunker found a spring
of cold water.

Just as supper was over, and they were sitting about the table, which
was out on the gro