ow."

What the Indian meant was that he believed the toy train and the
electrical Teddy bear would bring such good luck that the lost cow would
soon be found.

Mr. Brown had gone back to the city when Bunny and Sue, each one
carrying a toy, and followed by Eagle Feather, came back to Camp
Rest-a-While. Bunny was in worse condition than his sister, for he had
rolled down the steep hill. Sue's dress was torn a little.

"Why, Bunny! Why, Sue!" cried Mrs. Brown as she saw the two children.
"Where in the world have you been?"

"In the woods, playing with our toys," answered Bunny. "Sue made her
Teddy's eyes flash to scare away the tigers and lions all around us."

"Oh, you were playing make-believe," said Mother Brown, for well she
knew the different games the children made up.

"But Bunny's runaway train was real," said Sue.

"Did your train run away?" asked Mrs. Brown, not paying much attention
to the Indian at first, as it was common to see them around the camp,
whither they came to beg for scraps of food, the remains of a ham bone,
and such things.

"Did your train really run away, Bunny?" asked Mrs. Brown. "Oh, Bunny,
you've been in the dirt!"

"Yes, and it's a good thing he didn't get _wet_," went on Sue, for both
children always told everything that happened to them as soon as they
got back home. Only sometimes it took a little longer than usual to
think up all the happenings. "He almost rolled into the lake, Bunny
did."

"You did!" cried Mrs. Brown. "How did it happen?"

"Oh, I made the track straight, instead of in a circle, and the train
got to going so fast in a straight line that it ran off the end of the
rails downhill. I ran after it, but I slipped and rolled. Then the train
rolled into the water, but only a teenty little way, and Eagle Feather
got it out. Wasn't he good?"

"He was indeed, and we must thank him," said Mrs. Brown. "But did he
stop you from going into the water also, Bunny?"

"No, Momsie. I stopped myself by catching hold of a tree. But I almost
went in. I'd have gone in after my train anyhow, if Eagle Feather hadn't
got it for me."

"Thank you, Eagle Feather," said Mrs. Brown. "I must give you some of
the nice soup I have made. The papooses will like it."

"Squaw like it, and Indian like it heap, too," said Eagle Feather.

"Yes, but the squaw, as you call your wife, and the little children,
must have some first."

"Oh, yes. Give 'em milk too, if so he can find cow."

"Oh,