to rest."

"Oh, you didn't scare them very much," said Mr. Baker. "They just saw
you asleep and we didn't know who you might be. This part of the woods
is not the picnic ground, and you have a perfect right here."

"But I must be walking on," said Jaki Kezar. "I must try to find some
horses to buy. You are sure you will not sell me your pony?" he asked
Bunny again.

"We will never sell Toby!" exclaimed the little boy.

"Never!" added Sue. "He is a trick pony."

"And he was in a circus," added Bunny, "but he is never going there
again because they did not treat him nice, Mr. Tallman said."

"Well, if you won't sell me your pony I must go and see if I can find
another to buy," said Jaki Kezar, the gypsy. "Good-bye, boys and girls,
and ladies and gentlemen," he added, as he walked away. "I hope I didn't
frighten any of you. And if ever you come to our camp at Springdale we
will tell your fortunes."

Then, taking off his hat and making a bow to Miss Mason and the others,
the gypsy walked off through the woods.

"There! I'm glad he's gone!" exclaimed one of the older children. "He
made me nervous!"

"But he was a polite gypsy," said Mr. Baker. "I think he would have made
a nice pirate, too. Don't you, Bunny?"

"I guess so," agreed the little boy. "But he can't have my pony."

"I should say _not_!" cried Mr. Baker. "You want that pony for yourself,
and to make money for the Red Cross."

This reminded Bunny that he ought to start in again giving rides to the
picnic children. Toby had had his dinner and a good rest, and was once
more ready to trot along the shady paths of the picnic lake.

Not so many took rides in the afternoon as did in the morning, for some
of the children went home. But Bunny, who did most of the driving,
though Sue did some also, took in a little over a dollar after lunch.
And this, with the dollar and eighty-five cents which he had taken in
during the morning, made almost three dollars for Red Cross.

"My, you did well," cried Miss Mason, when Bunny and Sue told her they
were going, and showed her their money.

"I should say they did!" said Mr. Baker. "No wonder that gypsy wanted
their pony. He could start in business for himself. Be careful you don't
lose that money, Bunny."

"I will," promised the little boy.

Calling good-byes to their friends, the Sunday-school teachers and the
children, Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue started off through the woods
on their way home. They were a