e, liking the fun so much, Bunny and Sue had waded out
where the water was deeper, and their clothes had become splashed by the
little waves they made as they moved along.

"Oh, dear! Such tykes!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "Well, it isn't too cool
for wading, though it is for swimming. But I must get them dry if we are
to go to the waterfall."

Mrs. Brown had brought some old towels along, for she knew what might
happen when the children were going to play near a lake, and while Bunny
and Sue were being told that they should have first asked whether or not
they could go in wading, they were drying their pink toes on towels and
getting ready to put on their shoes and stockings again.

"But we didn't think _wading_ was as bad as _swimming_," said Bunny as
he rubbed some sand off his fat legs.

"It isn't _exactly_," his mother answered. "But this time it was
_nearly_ as bad. But never mind. Come on and we'll see the waterfall."

Farmer Jason had told Mr. Brown how to walk to the place where the
waters of a small river toppled over the rocks into the lake, and having
hidden the bundle of lunch up in a tree, where wandering dogs could not
get at it, the family set off, Dix and Splash running on ahead, to see
the waterfall.

The way was through a pleasant wood, with little paths running here and
there, and if Bunny and Sue had been wandering alone they probably would
have gotten lost. But the road to the waterfall was a well-marked one
and Mr. Brown kept to it until pretty soon Mrs. Brown said:

"Hark, I hear something."

There was a distant roaring in the woods.

"It's a trolley car," said Bunny.

His father, mother and Uncle Tad laughed.

"What a boy!" cried Mother Brown. "To think the roar of a beautiful
waterfall is but the noise of a trolley car! He will never be a poet,
will he Daddy?"

"I don't want to be," said Bunny quickly. "I'm going to be a policeman
when I grow up, and have a gun."

"All right," chuckled Daddy Brown. "But a policeman's life is not an
easy one."

The roaring noise became plainer, and then, as the path turned, the
party came in sight of an open glade through which they could see the
cataract.

It was not unlike a small Niagara in its way. For a distance back of the
edge the waters of the little river bubbled and foamed over rough rocks.
Then came a smooth stretch and, suddenly, the waters plunged over the
broken ledge, falling about seventy feet to the lake below where they
made a p