they did it. Something happened in
that book which made Bunny and Sue feel bad for a while, but they soon
got over it.

In the next book, "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Aunt Lu's City
Home," I told the story of the two children going to the big city of New
York, and of the queer things they saw and the funny things they did
while there.

Bunny and Sue had played together as long as they could remember. Bunny
was about six or seven years old and Sue was a year younger. Wherever
one went the other was always sure to be seen, and whatever Bunny did
Sue was sure to think just right. Every one in Bellemere knew Bunny and
Sue, from old Miss Hollyhock to Wango, a queer little monkey owned by
Jed Winkler the sailor. Wango often got into mischief, and so did Bunny
and Sue. And the children had much fun with Uncle Tad who loved them as
if they were his own.

After Bunny and Sue had come back from Aunt Lu's city home the weather
was very warm and Daddy Brown thought of camping in the woods. So that
is what they did, and the things that happened are related in the fifth
book in the series, called "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp
Rest-a-While." For that is what they named the place where the tents
were set up under the trees on the edge of the big woods and by a
beautiful lake.

Neither Bunny nor Sue had ever been to the end of these big woods, nor
had Mr. Brown, though some day he hoped to go. The summer was about half
over. Mrs. Brown liked it so much that she said she and the children
would stay in the woods as long as it was warm enough to live in a tent.

And now, this afternoon, Mr. Brown had come home from the city with the
two queer big bundles, and the children were so excited thinking what
might be in them that they watched every mouthful of tea Mr. Brown
sipped.

"When will you be ready to show us?" asked Sue.

"Please be quick," begged Bunny. "I--I'm gettin' awful anxious."

"Well, I guess I can show you now," said Mr. Brown. "Bring me the
heaviest package, Bunny."

It was all the little boy could do to lift it from the chair, but he
managed to do it. Slowly Mr. Brown opened it. Bunny saw a flash of
something red and shining.

"Oh, it's a fire engine!" he cried.

"Not quite," said his father, "though that was a good guess."

Then Mr. Brown lifted out the things in the paper, and all at once Bunny
saw what it was--a little toy train of cars, with an engine and tracks
on which it could run.

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