ation, while the
Browns were away.

"Good-bye!" called Bunny and Sue, and then Mr. Brown, who was at the
steering wheel, while Uncle Tad, Bunny, Sue and their mother rode
inside, started the car, and Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue were off on
an auto tour.

Merrily they rode along, Bunny and Sue talking happily, when, all at
once Bunny cried:

"Wait! Hold on! Where is Splash?"

CHAPTER VI

TWO DOGS

Mr. Brown as soon as he heard Bunny's cry of "Wait!" at once shut off
the power from the big automobile, and brought it to a stop. He turned
to look through the little window at the back of the front seat against
which he leaned, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, Daddy, we've forgotten Splash!" wailed Bunny.

"We've left him behind," chattered Sue. "I saw him and Dix--that's Fred
Ward's dog--playing together, and I thought of course Splash would come
with us. I forgot, and left one of the funny clown dresses for Sallie
Malinda up in my room, so I went to get it, and then Splash and Dix were
away down at the end of the yard and I didn't think any more about our
dog."

"I didn't either," said Bunny. "But he always has come with us and I
thought he would this time."

"Are you sure he isn't somewhere in the auto, under one of the cots
asleep?" asked Mr. Brown.

"I'll look," said Uncle Tad, and he did, but without finding Splash.

"I forgot all about him," admitted Mrs. Brown, and her husband said the
same thing.

"Well, what are we going to do?" asked Mr. Brown, as soon as every one
was satisfied that the dog was not in the big auto-van.

"Do? Why, we've got to go back after him, of course!" cried Bunny.

"We couldn't go without Splash," announced Sue. "He'd be so lonesome for
us that he'd cry, and then he'd start out to find us and maybe get lost
and we'd never find him again. Go back after him, Daddy! It isn't very
far."

"All right," said good-natured Mr. Brown. "I'm glad we're not in a
hurry. Still I'd like to keep going, now that we've started. But please,
all of you, make sure nothing else is forgotten. For we don't want to go
back another time. All ready to turn around and march backward," and he
backed the big automobile at a wide place in the road, for it needed
plenty of room in which to turn.

Slowly the big car made its way back to the Brown home. Mary, the cook,
was the first to see it, and, running to the door, she cried:

"Oh, whatever you do, come in and sit down if only fo