ed again."

"My dogs will help," said Mr. Brown. "Here, Dix! Splash!" he called.
"Drive the pigs up here!"

The two dogs, both of which were used to driving cows, soon collected
the pigs, even in the dark, and once more they were in their pen,
sniffing about for something to eat, now that the fire was out.

The farmer whose barn had been saved by the children's father was much
interested in the big auto, and, a little later in the evening, went
down to look at it, as did some of his neighbors.

"Well, that's a fine way of traveling about," said Mr. Blakeson, and his
friends agreed with him.

The next morning, while Bunny, Sue and the others were at breakfast,
talking about the fire of the night before, a number of children came
down the road to see the big machine. All the dirt from the flood had
been washed off, and as it had been newly painted before this tour
started, the "Ark," as the Browns sometimes called their big car, looked
very nice indeed.

The country children had seldom, if ever, seen so big an automobile as
this, nor one in which a family could live as they traveled. There were
many "Ohs!" and "Ahs!" as they walked about it.

"Let's ask 'em in and show 'em our bunks," proposed Bunny, and his
mother said he might. The children were even more surprised at the
inside of the "Ark" than at the outside.

"Oh, wouldn't I love to live in this!" sighed a little girl with red
hair. "It's just like Mother Goose or a fairy story."

"I love fairy stories," said Sue.

Just before the Browns were ready to set off once more in their
automobile, a hired hand from the Blakeson farm came down with a basket
of fresh eggs, some apples and other fruit which the farmer gave Daddy
Brown and Uncle Tad for helping to put out the fire.

"Oh, he needn't have done that," said Mrs. Brown. "But I do love fresh
eggs, so I'll keep them. Please thank Mr. Blakeson for me."

The man said he would, and then, as he went back to the farm, the big
auto started off on the tour again. There were yet many miles to go, and
many more adventures were in store for Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.

"We've got to find that missing Fred Ward," said Bunny. "It's funny
where he went, isn't it?"

"Well, this country is a big place, especially if a person wants to
hide," said Mr. Brown. "Still we may find some trace of Fred in Portland
when we get there. But that will not be for some weeks, as we are
traveling slowly."

The Browns and Uncle