we'll be near enough a town for supplies or anything we
may need."

"Goodness! We don't need anything this soon, nor have we a place to put
another thing away," protested Mrs. Brown.

Her husband laughed. "However, it's well to be near a town overnight,"
he said.

So the big automobile chugged on. Mrs. Brown and Uncle Tad washed the
dishes and put them away, and then they sat looking out at the side
windows and enjoying the trip. Now and then Mr. Brown would talk in
through the open window against which the steering wheel seat was built.
Bunny and his sister sometimes rode inside, and again outside with Daddy
Brown.

"This is lots of fun, I think," said Bunny, as he sat beside his father,
and the auto went rather fast down a hill.

"It's just great! My Sallie Malinda Teddy bear likes it, too," put in
Sue, who was also on the front seat. Both of them together took up no
more room than one grown person, and the front seat was built large
enough for two.

Dix and Splash raced on together, sometimes playing a game like
wrestling, trying to see which could throw the other, and again rushing
along as fast as they could go, sometimes behind, and sometimes in front
of the automobile.

At the foot of the hill, down which the automobile had gone rather fast,
a man stepped out from a fence beside the road and held up his hand.

"What does that mean?" asked Sue.

"It means to stop," said her father, as he slowed up the machine.

"What for?" Bunny inquired.

"Well, he may be a constable--that is a kind of a policeman," said Mr.
Brown. "He wants us to stop, thinking, maybe, that we were running too
fast. But I know we weren't."

"Will he 'rest us?" asked Sue. "If he does I'm going to hide Sallie
Malinda. I'm not going to have her locked up!"

"Nothing will happen," said Mr. Brown with a laugh. "I have run an
automobile long enough to know what to do."

Mr. Brown brought the big machine to a stop near the spot where the man
was standing with upraised hand.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Brown good-naturedly. "Were we going too
fast?"

"Oh, nopey!" exclaimed the man with a laugh. "I jest stopped you to see
what kind of a show you was givin'."

"What kind of show we are giving?" repeated Mr. Brown in surprise.

"Yep! I thought maybe you was one o' them patent medicine shows that
goes 'round in big wagons and stops here and there, and a feller sings,
or plays, or somethin', then the head man or woman sells medici