"Why, it's grandpa's horse!"

"Oh, no, son!" said Mr. Brown kindly. "I don't like to make you feel
bad, but this isn't grandpa's horse. It belongs to some one around here,
and it probably strayed away, just as the cow did last night. Some one
will be along after it soon, so I'll tie it to the fence."

"Oh, dear!" sighed Sue, as her father fastened the horse. "I thought it
was grandpa's, and he'd be so glad; didn't you, Bunny?"

"Yes, but never mind. Maybe we can find another horse, to-morrow, that
_will_ be grandpa's. Anyhow I'm hungry now."

It did not take much to make Bunny think of something new.

"I'm hungry, too," said Sue. "We'll look for another horse to-morrow."

The one they had found straying down the road was now eating grass near
the fence. He did not seem to mind where he was. Splash lay down near
him, as though to watch, so he would not stray off again.

"Shall we eat outside?" asked Mr. Brown of his wife, "or do you think it
will rain?"

"I think not. We'll have an early supper. And unless it rains too hard
we won't go to the village hotel. We'll stay here."

"And let Bunker put his cot in the dining room," added Mr. Brown, "if
it's too wet under the auto."

"Oh, I don't mind the rain," said Bunker, who was washing the potatoes
for supper.

The little table was set out under a tree, and there supper was eaten.
It was almost over when a man came along the road.

"Good evening!" he called, and he looked surprised to see the big
automobile, and the little supper party. "Good evening. Have you folks
seen a stray horse? One of mine ran away----"

Then he saw the one Bunny had found, which Mr. Brown had tied to the
fence.

"Why, there's my horse now!" the man cried. "How'd it get here?"

"I found it," said Bunny. "I thought it was my grandpa's, but it isn't,
daddy says. Is it yours?"

"Why, yes, little man, it is. And I'm glad you found him. He might have
gone off a good way if you hadn't stopped him."

Then Bunny told how he had led the horse along the road, and Mr. Brown
explained why it was he and his family were traveling in the big
automobile to grandpa's farm.

"If you'll send over to my place," promised the farmer, as he led his
horse away, "I'll give you some peaches and pears."

"Thank you," answered Mr. Brown. "We'll be glad to get them."

And, after supper, Bunker Blue went over, coming back with a nice basket
of fruit.

"So it's a good thing, Bunny, that you found the hor