ny.

He remembered that once, when he and Sue were at Grandpa's farm, the old
gentleman had driven his horses and the wagon, with the children in it,
through a shallow brook, after letting the horses drink. This was at a
place called a "ford," and Bunny and Sue were at a ford in this brook.

"Gidap, Toby!" called Bunny, and the pony waded on into the water,
pulling the cart after him. He seemed to like it, as the day was warm
and there had been a lot of dust in the road.

The water washed and cooled the pony's legs, and also cleaned the wheels
of the basket cart. The brook was not deep, not coming up to the hubs
of the wheels, and the bottom was a smooth, gravel one, so Toby did not
slip.

"Oh, that was fun!" cried Sue, as Bunny drove out on the other side of
the ford. "And now we can cross back over on the bridge and go home,
can't we, Bunny?"

"Yep. That's what we'll do," said her brother.

There was plenty of room to turn around on the other side of the stream,
and soon Toby was clattering over the bridge, under which the stream
ran. Down the road he went, and along a patch of woods, Bunny and Sue
talking over what a good time they had had.

But, pretty soon, the little girl said:

"Bunny, I don't see any houses."

Bunny looked around. He didn't see any either.

"Maybe we'll come to some pretty soon," he told his sister.

But, as they drove on, the trees on either side of the road became
thicker. They grew more closely together, and were larger, their leafy
tops meeting in an arch overhead, making the road quite dusky. The road,
too, instead of being hard and smooth as it had been, was now soft sand,
in which Toby could not pull the cart along very fast.

"Bunny," said Sue, and her voice sounded as though she were a little
frightened, "are we lost yet?"

Bunny did not answer for a moment or two. He looked all around while the
Shetland pony plodded slowly on. Then he called:

"Whoa!"

"What are you stopping for?" asked Sue.

"I guess this is the wrong road again," Bunny answered. "We didn't go
right, even after we came back from the brook."

"Oh, Bunny! are we really lost?" cried Sue.

"I guess so," her brother answered. "But we're not lost very much. We
can easy find our way back again."

"How?" Sue demanded.

"We can turn around."

"But we turned around once before, Bunny, and we didn't get where we
wanted to! I want to go home!"

"Well, I don't guess this way is home," said the little b