to think?" asked Bunny. Though he was a little older
than Sue he knew that she often thought more then he did about what they
were going to do or play. Sue was a good thinker. She usually thought
first and did things afterward, while Bunny was just the other way. He
did something first and then thought about it afterward, and sometimes
he was sorry for what he had done. But this time he wanted to know what
Sue was going to think.

"Aren't you going to think something?" he asked after a bit.

Sue stood looking up and down the road.

"I'm thinkin' now," she said. "Please don't bother me, Bunny."

Bunny remained silent, now and then looking into the empty milk pail,
and tipping it upside down, as though that would fill it again. Finally
Sue said:

"Well, we can't get any milk at the farmhouse. I don't know any other
place around here where we can go, so the only thing to do is to go back
to Camp Rest-a-While."

"But there's no milk there," said Bunny.

"I know there isn't. But we can tell daddy and mother, and ask them what
to do. They wouldn't want us to go off somewhere else without telling
them. And maybe daddy can go off in the automobile and get some milk at
another farm."

"Maybe," said Bunny slowly. "And if we go with him," he added, "and he
does get more milk, we won't set the pail down in the road when we chase
a squirrel. We'll put it in the auto."

"I guess by the time we get the milk it will be too dark to see to chase
squirrels," said Sue. "It's getting dark now; come on, Bunny."

The two children started down the road toward the camp, and as they did
so they heard a crackling in the bushes on the side of a hill that led
up from the road.

"Oh, here comes that milk dog back again!" cried Sue, and she snuggled
up close against her brother, though the sinking sun was still shining
across the highway.

"I won't let him hurt you," said Bunny. "Wait until I get a stone or a
stick."

"Oh, you mustn't do anything to strange dogs!" cried the little girl.
"If you do they might jump at you and bite you. Just don't notice him or
speak to him, and he'll think we're--we're stylish, and he'll pass right
by."

"Oh well, if you want me to do _that_ way," said Bunny, looking up
toward the place the sound came from, "why I will, only----"

He stopped speaking suddenly, and pointed up the hill. Sue looked in the
same direction. They saw coming toward them, not a dog, but an old man,
dressed in rather ragged c