games among ourselves, can't we Bunny?" she added, turning to
her brother.

"Yes, but I wish I had my electric train."

"Well, you can play with the car you found in the hay," said Sue. "And
then we've got to make that trunk-kennel for Splash."

"Oh, so we have!" exclaimed Bunny. "I forgot about that. We'll have some
fun anyhow."

"And I'll help," said Tom. "Might as well have what fun I can if I have
to go back to Mr. Bixby's."

"You won't have to go back," said Bunny. "My father will fix it so you
can stay with us."

CHAPTER XXIV

THE NIGHT MEETING

Bunny and Sue, as soon as they had finished their breakfast, went down
to the edge of the lake to play. They wanted to go for a row, and Mrs.
Brown had said they could if Tom was along, so there was no trouble this
time.

Out on the water, where the sun was shining on the waves, Tom rowed the
children. Then Bunny brought out his fishing line and pole, baited the
hook with some worms he had dug, and began to fish.

"You won't get any fish here," said Tom. "There are too many boats
around. I can take you to a place where there are some good perch and
sunnies."

"No, I want to fish here," said Bunny. "It's easy to catch fish where
everybody else can. I want to try in a hard place."

So Tom kept the boat in about the same spot, rowing slowly about while
Bunny fished, and fished, and fished again, without getting a single
bite or nibble.

"Oh dear, it's so hot here out in the middle of the lake!" said Sue.
"Can't we go where it's cool and shady?"

"I know such a place as that," said Tom. "And you can catch fish there,
too."

"Does everybody fish there?" Bunny asked.

"No, hardly anybody. And you can't always catch fish there either, even
if you know the best places."

"Then we'll go," decided Bunny. "I want to go to a hard place."

"Is there anything I can do where you are going?" asked Sue.

"Well, you can gather pond lilies in the creek, which comes into the
lake up above a piece. I'm going to take you there," said Tom. "It's a
nice place."

"Oh, goody!" cried Sue, clapping her hands. "Mother loves pond lilies."

"Well, there's lots up where we're going," said Tom, as he began to row
with strong, long strokes.

The creek, as Tom called it, was a lazy sort of stream flowing into one
part of the lake through a dense part of the big woods. Up this creek
very few persons went, as it was shallow for most boats, and they often
ran aground and