m just as well as Mr. Brown could himself.

"Do you want me to row you to any particular place?" asked Tom.

"Well, some place where we can get some fish. I suppose Bunny would like
to land a few."

"I want to catch a whole lot of fish, Daddy!" cried Bunny. "So row me to
a place where there's lots of 'em!"

"All right, here we go!" and Tom bent his back to the oars, so that the
boat was soon skimming swiftly over the water. Mr. Brown liked the way
the big boy managed the boat, and he knew he would feel safe when Bunny
and Sue were out with Tom.

Meanwhile, on shore, in the shade of the cooking tent, Sue was busy with
her pie.

"I want to make a mince one, for daddy likes that kind," said Sue. "And
I want to have it ready for them when they come home from fishing.
Though I don't see what he wants of any more fish," she added, as she
glanced at a little pool near the edge of the lake where, in a fish-car,
the fish Mr. Brown had caught while out alone that morning were
swimming. They could not get out of the car, or box, which had netting
on the side.

"He is going to take some of them back to the city with him in the
morning," said Mrs. Brown. "He wants to give them to his friends. Those
he and Bunny and Tom catch this afternoon, will be for our supper, Sue."

"I like Tom, don't you, Mother?" asked Sue, as she put on a long apron
in readiness to bake her pie.

"Yes, he seems like a nice boy. But it's very queer that the hermit
should stick needles into him."

"But they weren't _real_ needles," said Sue. "He never could see them.
He only felt them. They must have been fairy needles, for Tom could
never see them being pulled out, either."

"Well, we'll let your father look after that," said Mrs. Brown. "Now
we'll bake your pie and I'll make the pudding and cake I have to get
ready for the Sunday dinner."

Whenever Mrs. Brown baked she always let Sue do something--make a
patty-cake, a little pie with some of the left-over crust from a big
one, or, perhaps, bake a pan of cookies. Mrs. Brown would let Susie use
some of the dough or pie crust already made up, or she would stand
beside her little girl and tell her what to do.

To-day Mrs. Brown did a little of both. She, herself, baked several
pies, as well as two cakes, and as there was plenty of pie crust left
Mrs. Brown told Sue how to roll some out in a smooth, thin sheet, and
lay it over a tin.

"The next thing to do," said Mrs. Brown, "is to put the mince