“While we were chasin’ a squirrel,” added his sister.

“But I would have driven him away if I’d seen him in time,” Bunny declared positively.  “He put his nose right in the pail and licked up all the milk, and what he didn’t eat he spilled and then he ran away.”

“And the lady at the farmhouse hasn’t any more milk,” Sue explained.  “And there isn’t any at the camp and——­”

“Mother can’t make the pudding,” finished Bunny.

“Oh dear!” wailed Sue.

“My, you have a lot of troubles!” said the ragged man.  “But if you’ll come with me maybe I can help you.”

“Where do you want us to come?” asked Bunny, remembering that his mother had told him never to go anywhere with strangers, and never to let Sue go, either.

“If you’ll come up to my little cabin in the woods I can let you have some milk,” said the ragged man.  “I keep a cow, and I have more milk than I can use or sell.  It isn’t far.  Come with me,” and he held out his hands to the children.

CHAPTER IV

A NOISE AT NIGHT

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were not sure whether or not they should go with the old man.  They remembered what their mother had said to them about walking off with strangers, and they hung back.

But when Bunny looked at the empty milk pail and remembered that there was no milk in camp for supper, and none with which his mother could make the pudding he and his sister liked so much, he made up his mind it would be all right to go to the little cabin in the woods.

“Come on,” urged the old man.

“Do you sell milk?” asked Sue.

“Oh, yes, little girl.  Though my cow with the crumpled horn does not give such a lot of milk, there is more than I use.  I sell what I can, but even then I have some left over.  I have plenty to sell to you.”

“We only want a quart,” said Bunny.  “That’s all we have money for.  Mother gave us some extra pennies when we went for milk to the farmhouse, but we have only six cents left.  Will that buy a quart of milk?”

“It will here in the woods and the country,” answered the old man, “but it wouldn’t in the city.  However, my crumpled-horn cow’s milk is only six cents a quart.”

“Has your cow really got a crumpled horn?” asked Sue eagerly, for she loved queer things.

“Yes, she has a crumpled horn, but she isn’t the one that jumped over the moon,” said the old man with a smile.

The children liked him better after that, though when Bunny found a chance to whisper to his sister as they walked through the woods, along the path and behind the old man, the little boy said: 

“I guess he means to be kind, but he’s kind of funny, isn’t he?”

“A little bit,” answered Sue.

The old man walked on ahead, the children, hand in hand, following, and the bushes clinked against the empty tin pail that Bunny carried.