Daddy Brown set Bunny and Sue down on the floor—­they had climbed up into his lap again after supper.  He stood up tall and straight, like a soldier, and touched his hand to his head.

“Order Number One!” he said.  “Time to go to bed.  Good-night!”

“Aye, aye, sir!” answered Bunny, putting his hand to his head, as he had seen his father do.  That was saluting, you know, just as a gentleman lifts his hat to a lady, or a private soldier salutes his officer.

Mr. Brown laughed, for, though Bunny had saluted as a soldier does, the little boy had answered like a sailor.  You see, he knew more about sailors than he did about soldiers, living near the sea as he had all his life.

Whenever Mr. Brown wanted Bunny to do anything, without asking too many questions about it, or talking too much, Bunny’s father would pretend he was a captain, and the little boy a soldier, who must mind, or obey, at the first order.  This pleased Bunny.

“Order Number One!” said Mr. Brown again.  “Bunny Brown report to bed.  Order Number Two, so must Sister Sue!”

Then everyone laughed, and off to bed and dreamland went the two children.  They lay awake a little while, talking back and forth through the door between their rooms, but soon their eyes closed, and stayed closed until morning.

Mr. and Mrs. Brown sat up about an hour longer, talking about going to camp, and then they, too, went to bed.

“I think the children will like it—­living in a tent near the lake,” said Daddy Brown, as he turned out the light.

“Yes,” said Mrs. Brown.  “They’ll be sure to like it.  I only hope they’ll not fall in.”

“Well, if they do, Splash will pull them out,” said Daddy Brown.

Bunny and Sue were up early the next morning.  Even before breakfast they had thought of the good times they were going to have in camp at Lake Wanda.

“Daddy, may we go out and see the tent now?” asked Bunny.

“After a bit,” answered Mr. Brown.  “The tent got rather wet, coming by express through the rain, and I’m going to send Bunker Blue and some of the fishermen around to-day to put it up so it will dry out.  Then we’ll roll the tent up again, tie it with ropes, and it will be ready to take with us to Lake Wanda.”

“When are you going?” asked Mrs. Brown.

“Oh, in about two weeks—­as soon as the weather gets a little more settled.”

It was May now, and the flowers were beginning to bloom.  Soon it would be June, and that is the nicest month in all the year to go camping in the woods, for the days are so long that it doesn’t get dark until after eight o’clock at night, and one has that much longer to have fun.

When breakfast was over Bunny and Sue went out to the barn to look at the big express bundle which held the tent.  It was too heavy for them to lift, or they themselves might have tried to put it up out on the lawn.  Bunny Brown was that kind of boy.  And Sue would have helped him.  But, as it was, they waited for Bunker and some of the strong fishermen to come up from Mr. Brown’s boat dock.  In a little while the tent was put up on the lawn, and Bunny and Sue were allowed to play in it.