when he had finished. "Now the auto has had a
good drink, and it can go to sleep when it wants to."

"Oh, do autos go to sleep?" Sue wanted to know.

"Well, they stay nice and quiet all night," her father told her. "At
least I hope ours will, and that is almost the same as going to sleep.
Now, Mother, have we everything ready for the night?"

"I think so," said Mrs. Brown. "Bunker, if you'll get out your cot, I'll
make it for you, and then you can slide it under the automobile."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Brown," replied the big boy, "but I can make my own
bunk. I'm used to it."

Mrs. Brown looked through the ice box, and in the cupboard. She wanted
to see if she had everything she needed for breakfast. And, as soon as
she opened the ice box she exclaimed:

"There! The milk! We won't have any for the children. There's only a
little bit left. Where can we get any?"

Mr. Brown came back from having looked at the engine, which he found was
all right.

"Milk?" he said. "Why, there's a farmhouse a little way over on that
road," and he pointed to it. "I guess we could get milk over there."

"Then we'll have to do it. Bunker--no--you're making up your bed; aren't
you? You can't go. You and I will go for the milk," she said to her
husband.

"And take Bunny and Sue with us?"

"No, I think not. They seem to be having a good time and they'll be all
right here with Bunker until we come back. There might be cross dogs at
the farmhouse, and it may be too far for them to walk. You stay here,
Bunny and Sue," she went on, "while daddy and I go for some fresh milk.
Don't go far away now."

"No'm," promised Bunny again.

He and Sue saw many things to look at near the place where the
automobile had stopped for the night. There were some flowers and ferns
growing in the grass and Sue made a nice bouquet. Then Bunny found a
place where he could break off long, willow branches from a tree, and he
had fun playing he was the ring-master in a circus, cracking the willow
whip, and making the make-believe horses jump over "pretend" elephants.

Sue looked up from her flower gathering, and said to her brother:

"Oh, Bunny! Look what a lot of smoke!"

She pointed to where the smoke had been seen before, curling up through
the trees of the woods.

"It is a lot of smoke," said Bunny. "Maybe the trees are on fire! Let's
go and look!"

Bunny did not stop to think that if the woods were on fire it was not a
very good place for him and hi