t."

"Bunny can't come, either."

"Why not?" and Mrs. Brown smiled at her little girl, who seemed very
much in earnest as she stood in front of the bushes, her finger still
across her lips.

"Bunny can't come, 'cause we're playing soldier and Indian," said Sue.
"Bunny's been shot by an Indian arrow and I'm his nurse. He's just got
over the fever, same as I did when I had the measles, and he's asleep.
And it's awful dangerous to wake anybody up that's just got to sleep
after a fever. That's what our doctor said, I 'member."

"Oh, Bunny is just getting over a fever, is he?" asked Mrs. Brown.

"Of course it's only a _make-believe_ fever, Mother," said the little
girl. "We're only pretendin' you know"; and she cut her words short,
leaving off a "g" here and there, so she could talk faster I suppose.

"Oh, if it's only a make-believe fever it's all right," said Mother
Brown with a laugh. "How long do you think Bunny will sleep, Sue?"

"Oh, not very long. Maybe five minutes. 'Cause, you see, when he wakes
up he'll be hungry and I've got some pie and cake and some milk for him
to eat. Sick folks gets awful hungry when their fever goes away. And
it's _real_ things to eat, too, Mother. And when Bunny got make-believe
shot with an Indian arrow he said he wasn't going to play fever more'n
five minutes 'cause he saw what I had for him to eat."

"Oh well, if he's going to be better in five minutes I can wait that
long," said Mrs. Brown. "Go on and have your fun."

"What do you want Bunny to do--or me?" asked Sue, as she turned to go
back behind the bush where she and Bunny were having their game.

"I'll tell you when you've finished playing," said Mrs. Brown with a
smile. She sometimes found this a better plan than telling the children
just what she wanted when she called them from some of their games. You
see they were so anxious to find out what it was their mother wanted
that they hurried to finish their fun.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were at Camp Rest-a-While with their
father and their mother. They had come from their home in Bellemere to
live for a while in the forest, on the shore of Lake Wanda, where they
were all enjoying the life in the open air.

They had journeyed to the woods in an automobile, carrying two tents
which were set up under the trees. One tent was used to sleep in and the
other for a dining room. There was also a place to cook.

With the Brown family was Uncle Tad, who was really Mr. Brow