g along
together as happy as two clams."

"Clams can't trot," said Bunny quickly.

"No, but they can be happy," said his mother. "And Splash and Dix seem
to be happy, now, trotting along together after us."

"They're altogether too happy," said Mr. Brown. "I wonder how we're
going to get Dix back home? Mr. and Mrs. Ward think as much of him as we
do of Splash, and they'll be sorry to have him run away."

"We must try to send him home some way," said Mrs. Brown. "Bunny, you
have a pretty good way with dogs, suppose you get out and try to drive
Dix back home. Tell him we love him, think he's a nice dog and all that,
but we believe it isn't best for him to come with us now."

"All right, I will," said Bunny, and he hopped down from the automobile,
which had a little set of steps at the back to make getting in and out
easy. Though Bunny, it is true, generally jumped out, not using the
steps at all.

While the big automobile had been traveling on, Splash, knowing he was a
member of this party, had gone along as a matter of course. And,
perhaps, in some kind of dog language (which I am sure there must be) he
had said to his friend Dix something like this:

"Come along, old chap. The folks are going for a little excursion into
the country. I know they are, for once before we traveled like this, and
it was jolly fun. There'll be good things to eat, and no end of cats to
chase, too, if you like that."

"Well, I used to like it," Dix said--perhaps.

"Then come along," urged Splash. "I'm sure the folks will be glad to
have you."

"All right, I will," Dix may have answered.

And so it was he had run along, playing beside the road with Splash. And
it was not until the automobile had gone several miles that the family
noticed that another dog besides their own was following them.

"Drive him back home as your mother told you, Bunny," said the little
boy's father.

Bunny ran back to where Dix and Splash were rolling over and over on the
grass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"Go on home! Go on home!" cried Bunny.

At once Splash and Dix stopped playing and ran to the little boy. As his
mother had said, Bunny knew how to talk to dogs in a way they could
understand.

"Go on home!" said the little boy again, very earnestly.

Splash looked up in surprise. He was not used to being sent home.

"Oh, I don't mean you," said Bunny. "I mean you, Dix! Mother says we
like you very much, and would like to have you wi