rough here that I may spill my tea. So we'll anchor and eat."

"Daddy thinks we're in a boat I guess, when he talks about anchoring,"
said Sue, who, more than once, had been out in the big fishing boat with
her father.

Then the meal began. There was some cooked meat, for they could carry
meat in the ice box, baked potatoes, and, best of all, some pie.

It was while he was eating his pie and drinking his milk that Bunny
suddenly cried:

"The dogs!"

"What about them?" asked Mrs. Brown quickly. "Are they fighting? Where
are they, Bunny?"

"Just over in that field playing. But we didn't call Splash and Dix to
dinner."

"Oh, is that all? I think they can wait a bit," said Mrs. Brown with a
laugh. "By the way you spoke I thought something had happened."

"Well, this pie tasted good, that's part of what happened," said Bunny,
with a laugh. "And then I got to wishing Dix and Splash could have
some."

"I'll feed them when the rest of you have finished," promised Mrs.
Brown.

When the meal was over Mrs. Brown gathered up a big plateful of scraps
from the table, and gave it to Bunny to feed Dix and Splash.

"Here Dix!" called Bunny, inviting the "company" dog first, which was
proper, I suppose. "Here, Dix and Splash!"

The two dogs heard and must have known that they were being called to
dinner, for they came with a rush, each one trying to see which would
be the first to reach Bunny with the plateful of good food.

"You'd better put the dish on the ground and get away," said Mr. Brown
with a laugh. "Otherwise they'll be so glad to see you, Bunny, that
they'll knock you down and roll over you."

"I guess they will," said the little boy. So he put the plate of meat,
bread and potato scraps on the ground near the big automobile and then
stepped back out of the way.

Dix and Splash did not take long to finish the food on the plate, and
then they looked up at Bunny and wagged their tails, as if asking for
more.

"No more!" called Mrs. Brown to them, for she understood the feeding of
dogs. "That will do you until supper."

Seeing they were going to get no more, Dix and Splash ran off together
again to have more fun rolling about in the grass.

"Where do you think we shall stop for the night?" asked Mrs. Brown of
her husband as they set off once more.

"Just outside the town of Freeburg," he answered. "We'll sleep in the
auto, of course, for if we are making a tour this way it's the proper
thing to do. But