e a game of
tag--or whatever game it is that dogs play.

"Are you going to see the Gypsies this morning?" asked Bunny. He seemed
very much interested in the strange folk who went about the country,
living in their gay wagons.

"No, I think we'll travel on to grandpa's farm," his father answered.
"We won't go to see the Gypsies. They aren't the ones who took grandpa's
horses."

A little later the automobile started, Bunker Blue sitting on the front
seat to steer. Mr. Brown sat with him, to tell him the right road to
take, so they would not be lost.

Mrs. Brown, with Bunny and Sue, sat inside the automobile, near the
windows, which were opened to let in the breeze, as the day was quite
hot. It was lovely traveling this way.

They did not go as fast as they might, for Mr. Brown wanted Bunker to go
carefully. Then, too, there was no hurry. It was such fun, traveling in
this new way, that Bunny and Sue would not have minded if they could
have kept it up all Summer.

They stopped, that noon, near a little brook to eat their dinner. It was
not far from a small town, and Bunker walked in and came back with some
ice cream.

After dinner they went on again, and, as it looked as though it might
rain that night, Mr. Brown said they would stop near the next village,
so, in case the storm was a bad one, they could go to a hotel to sleep.

"But the rain won't come in the auto," said Bunny.

"No, but it might wet Bunker if he sleeps outside, under it," his mother
said.

"Let Bunker sleep in the dining room," suggested Bunny.

"Well, we can do that, if it rains too hard for him to sleep out of
doors," Mrs. Brown agreed, with a laugh.

The automobile was stopped in a grove of trees, not far from the town,
and, when Mrs. Brown was getting supper, Bunny and Sue, with their dog,
Splash, walked down the road.

"Don't go too far," their mother called after them. "It might rain any
time."

"We'll be back soon," answered the little boy.

He and Sue walked on, not thinking they were going far. The clouds did
not seem so dark now, and the children thought that perhaps, after all,
it might not rain.

All at once Sue, who had gone on a little ahead of Bunny, called out:

"Oh, look! A horse! It's a horse, Bunny, and nobody's with him! Maybe
it's one of grandpa's!"

"Maybe it is!" Bunny agreed. "It's lost, anyhow. I'll catch him, and
we'll keep him. We'll take him to our auto, and fetch him to grandpa.
He'll be real glad."