hat's the matter?"

"Is it a Gypsy after Bunker Blue?" asked his sister Sue.

Mrs. Brown pulled aside the light curtains that hung in front of the
children's bunks.

"Don't be frightened," she said. "It isn't anything. Perhaps Bunker is
dreaming, and talking in his sleep. Daddy will make it all right."

"Is Splash barking in his sleep?" Sue wanted to know.

Mother Brown laughed, and Bunny and Sue felt better after that.

Once more Bunker Blue called out:

"Hey! Quit, will you? Stop it! Ouch! I'm being tickled! Oh!"

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue laughed again. They could not help it,
for it seemed so funny--Bunker Blue being tickled in his sleep.

By this time Mr. Brown had lighted a lantern, slipped on a bath robe,
put some slippers on his feet and was going down the back, outside steps
of the van. These steps, you remember, folded up, out of the way, when
the automobile was traveling.

"What is it, Bunker? What's the matter?" Bunny and Sue heard their
father ask.

"Why--why, I don't know what it is," answered the red-haired lad who
steered the automobile. "But it's some big animal after me. He poked his
head right into my cot, and he struck me with something sharp. Maybe he
tried to bite me."

Mr. Brown flashed his lantern under the automobile where Bunker was
sleeping. Only, of course, as I told you, Bunker was not asleep now. Nor
was Splash, for the dog was running about and barking.

"Why, this is funny," said Mr. Brown. "I don't see anything, Bunker. Are
you sure you didn't dream it all?"

"Dream it? No, sir! I felt it!"

Just then there came a loud "Moo! Moo! Moo!"

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue knew right away what that was.

"A cow!" they both cried. "It's only a cow!"

Their father, outside, looking under the automobile where Bunker Blue
had his cot, heard them.

"Yes, it is a cow," he said, and his lantern flashed on a big, brown
cow. There she stood, a little way back from the automobile, looking at
Mr. Brown and Splash, and blinking her eyes at the lantern. She could
not see Bunker under the automobile.

"Yes, it was the cow that scared you, Bunker," said Mr. Brown. "She must
have been tied to a stake, in some pasture, but she pulled herself
loose, and came over to see you."

"Well I didn't want to see her!" exclaimed Bunker, poking his head out
from beneath the van. "She can just go right back where she came from."

"And I guess she wanted to get some of the long, sweet grass t