“I’m just going to take my dolls, and some picture books for them to look at,” said Sue.

“Pooh!  Dolls can’t look at picture books!” exclaimed Bunny.

“Yes, they can too!” cried Sue.

“No, they can’t!”

“Well, I mean make-believe, Bunny Brown!”

“Oh, well, yes; make-believe!  I thought you meant real.”

“Well, I can look at them real,” said Sue, “and make believe I’m reading to my dolls.”

“Oh, yes,” agreed Bunny.

“What are you going to take?” asked Sue of her brother.

“Oh, I’m going to take my fish pole, and my pop gun——­”

“That only shoots a cork!” cried Sue.  “You can’t hit any bears with that.”

“I can scare ’em with it when it pops!” cried Bunny.  “That’s all I want to do.  I don’t want to kill a bear, anyhow.  I just want to scare ’em.  And maybe when I scare a little bear I can grab it and bring it home and tame it.”

“Oh, if you only could!” cried Sue.  “Then we could make it do tricks, and we could get a hand-organ and go around with a trained bear instead of a monkey.”

“Yes,” said Bunny.  “We could until the bear got too big.  I guess I wouldn’t want a big bear, Sue.”

“No, little ones is the nicest.  Maybe we’d better get a monkey, anyhow, ’cause they never grow big.”

“I don’t believe any monkeys grow in the woods where we’re going to camp,” observed Bunny.  “But we’ll look, anyhow, and maybe I can scare one of them with my pop gun.”

Then the two children talked of what fun they would have in camp.  They put things in their two boxes, took them out again and tried to crowd in more, for they found they did not want to leave any of their toys or play-things behind.  But they could not get them all in two small boxes, so finally they picked out what they liked best, and these were put in the automobile.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown had done most of the other packing.  The auto-moving van was quite full, there being just room enough for Mrs. Brown, Uncle Tad and the two children to ride in the back, while Daddy Brown and Bunker Blue sat on the front seat.

At last everything was ready.  The last things had been put in the automobile, and tied fast.  The children took their places, and called to Splash.  Of course he was to go with them.  He would run along the road, until he grew tired, and then he could ride in the automobile.

“All aboard!” called Bunker Blue as he sat at the steering wheel.  “Is everybody ready?”

“I am!” answered Bunny Brown.  “I’ve got my fishing pole, and I can dig some worms when I get to camp.”

“Are you going to fish with worms?” asked Sue.

“Sure I am!  Fishes love worms.”

“I don’t!” Sue said.  “Worms is so squiggily.”  She always said that when Bunny spoke of worms.

“Well, I guess we’re all ready,” remarked Daddy Brown.  “Start off, Bunker Blue.”