hat grows
under your cot," went on Mr. Brown. "That's why she came."

And that was what had happened. The cow had pulled up the stake to which
she was fastened, and had wandered from her pasture, down the road, to
where Bunker was asleep under the automobile. The cow had not meant to
wake him up, but as she reached for the grass her horns must have poked
Bunker as he slept on his cot. That was what made him cry out.

Mr. Brown took hold of the cow's rope, and led her far enough off to
keep her from bothering Bunker again that night. Then Mr. Brown tied the
rope to a fence, and came back to tell Bunny, Sue and their mother all
about it.

"Well, I'm glad it wasn't Gypsies," said Sue, as she curled up in her
bunk again, to go to sleep.

"Pooh!" cried Bunny. "Gypsies don't have horns like cows!"

They were soon quiet again, though Splash did growl once in a while, as
he heard the cow moving about, a little way off. But at last even
Splash went to sleep, and so did Bunker. Nothing more bothered them, and
it was broad daylight, and the sun was shining, when Bunny Brown and the
others opened their eyes again.

"Breakfast! Breakfast!" cried Mother Brown. "Bunny! Sue! Wash for
breakfast!"

There was a wash basin and stand in one corner of the automobile
bed-room, and though it was quite different from the big bath room at
home, Bunny and Sue washed their faces and hands very nicely, and
thought what fun it was.

While they were doing this, Mother Brown was cooking the breakfast on
the oil stove, and Daddy Brown, and Bunker Blue were setting the table
out under the trees. Splash was not doing anything except looking
hungry.

"Where's the cow?" asked Bunny, as he came down the automobile steps.

"Did she give us any milk for our breakfast?" Sue wanted to know.

"No," answered her father. "The farmer who owned her came to get her a
little while ago. He said she often strayed away from her field in the
night. He might have given us some milk, if he had had a pail, but we
have plenty in our ice box. Now then--breakfast!"

And what a fine breakfast it was! eaten at the table, out of doors,
under the willow tree. There were oranges, oatmeal and big glasses of
cool milk, with soft-boiled eggs. Daddy and Mother Brown bought the eggs
at the farmhouse the night before, when they went for the milk.

Splash, too, had his breakfast, and then he went roaming off over the
fields, perhaps looking for another dog with which to hav