Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue in the Big Woods | Page 7

about it?" away
he trotted down the road. Bunny ran on and picked up the milk pail.
Only a few drops were in the bottom.
"See I told you he wouldn't bite me! I'm not afraid of that dog!" the
little boy called to his sister.
"Yes, you did drive him off," said Sue, proud of her brother. "You are
awful brave, Bunny--just as brave as when you played soldier and I
cured you of the Indian fever, and----"
"It was arrow fever, I keep tellin' you!" insisted Bunny.
"Well, arrow fever then," agreed Sue. "But is there any milk left,
Bunny?"
"Not a drop, Sue," and Bunny turned the pail upside down to show.
"Well," said the little girl with a sigh, "then I guess you weren't brave in
time, Bunny. You didn't save the milk!"
"Huh, the dog had it all drunk up before I saw him," declared her

brother. "If I'd seen him I'd have stopped him quick enough! I wasn't
afraid of him."
"But what about more milk?" asked Sue. That was all she could think
of, now that the pail was empty. "We've got to get more milk, Bunny
Brown."
"Yes, I s'pose we have," he agreed. "But we can easy go back to the
farmhouse."
"No, we can't," said Sue.
"Why not?" Bunny demanded. "It isn't far, and if you're afraid of the
dog you can stay here, and I'll go for the milk."
"Nope!" cried Sue, shaking her head until her hair flew into her eyes.
"Mother said you mustn't ever leave me alone, to go anywhere when
we were on the road or in the big woods. I've got to stay with you, and
you've got to stay with me," and she went up and took Bunny by the
hand.
"All right, Sue," said he. "I want you to stay with me. But come along
to the farmhouse and we'll get more milk. I'll take a stick, if you want
me to, and keep the dog away. I don't believe he'll come back anyhow.
Don't you know how 'fraid dogs are to come back to you when they've
done something bad. That time Splash ate the meat Bunker Blue
brought in and left on the table--why, that time Splash was so ashamed
for what he'd done that he didn't come into the house all day. This dog
won't bite you."
"Pooh! I'm not afraid of the dog, Bunny Brown," said Sue.
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"I'm not 'fraid of anything. But you know what that farm lady said. She
said this was the last quart of milk she could spare, and she didn't have
any more."

"Oh, so she did!" agreed Bunny. "Then what are we going to do?"
"I don't know," said Sue.
"We've got to do something," said Bunny gravely.
"Yes," said Sue. "There isn't any more milk at the camp, and the farm
lady hasn't any, and----"
"Mother wants some to make the surprise-pudding," added Bunny. "I
guess we didn't ought to have tooken that for our play-game," he went
on all mixed up in his English.
"No," said Sue, "maybe we oughtn't. Let me think now."
"What you going 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