“The dining room tent will come in a few days,” said Mr. Brown, “and also the cooking tent.  I bought them in New York.”

Then he told Bunny and Sue how they would go camping.  The tents and cots, with bed clothes, and dishes, pots, pans, an oil stove and good things to eat, would all be put in the big moving van automobile, in which they had traveled to Grandpa Brown’s farm in the country.

“We’ll ride in that up to Lake Wanda,” said Daddy Brown.  “When we get to the woods, on the shore of the beautiful lake, we’ll put up the tent, and make our camp.  Then we’ll have good times.”

“Oh, I can hardly wait; can you?” asked Sue, speaking to her wax doll.

“I wish the time would hurry up,” said Bunny.  “But who is going to help you put up the tents, Daddy?  You can’t do them all alone.”

“Oh, Bunker Blue is going camping with us.”

“Goodie!” cried Bunny.

“And we’ll also take Uncle Tad along,” went on Daddy Brown.

“That’s nice!” exclaimed Sue, clapping her hands.  She and Bunny loved Uncle Tad.  He was an old soldier, who had fought in the war.  He was really Mr. Brown’s uncle, but the children called him uncle too, and Uncle Tad loved Bunny Brown and his sister Sue very much.

The tent was not very wet from the rain, and Bunny and Sue had fun playing in it that day.  Splash, their dog, played in the tent too.  Splash asked nothing better than to be with Bunny and Sue.

“Bunny, are we going to sleep on the ground when we go camping?” Sue wanted to know, as she and her brother sat in the tent that afternoon.

“Well, maybe we will,” the little boy said.  “But I think I heard daddy say we would take some cot beds with us.  You can sleep on the ground, though.  Mother read me a story about some hunters who cut off some branches from an evergreen tree, and put their blankets over them to sleep on.  They slept fine, too.”

“Could we do that?” asked Sue.

“Yes,” answered Bunny.  And then a queer look came on the face of Bunny Brown.  Sue saw it and asked: 

“Oh, Bunny, is you got an idea?”

“Yes,” Bunny answered slowly, “I has got an idea.”

“Oh, goodie!” cried Sue.  “Tell me about it, Bunny, and we’ll do it!”

Bunny often had ideas.  That is, he thought of things to do, and nothing pleased Sue more than to do things with her brother.  They were not always the right things to do, but then the children couldn’t be expected to do right all the while; could they?

So, whenever Bunny said he had an idea, which meant he was going to do something to have fun, Sue was anxious to know what his idea was.

“Tell me, Bunny!” she begged.

Bunny went over closer to his sister, looked all around the tent, as if to make sure no one was listening, and when he saw only Splash, the big dog, he whispered: 

“Sue, how would you like to practice sleeping out?”