“Here you are,” said the old man, as he turned on the path, and before them Bunny and his sister saw a log cabin.  Near it was a shed, and as the children stopped and looked, from the shed came a long, low “Moo!”

“Oh, is that the crumpled-horn cow?” asked Sue.

“Yes,” answered the old man.  “I’ll get some of her milk for you.  I keep it in a pail down in the spring, so it will be cool.  Let me take your pail and I’ll fill it for you while you go to see the cow.  She is gentle and won’t hurt you.”

Letting the old man take the pail, Bunny and Sue went to look at the cow.  The door of the shed was in two parts, and the children opened the upper half.

“Moo!” called the cow as she stuck out her head.

“Oh, see, one of her horns is crumpled!” cried Bunny.

“Let’s wait, and maybe she’ll jump over the moon,” suggested Sue, who remembered the nursery rhyme of “Hey-diddle-diddle.”

But though the children remained standing near the cow shed for two or three minutes, the cow, one of whose horns was twisted, or crumpled, made no effort to jump out of her stable and leap over the moon.

Bunny and Sue were not afraid of cows, especially when they were kept in a stable, so they were soon rubbing the head of the ragged man’s bossy.

“Well, you have made friends, I see,” came a voice behind the children, and there stood the ragged man with their pail full of milk.  “I am glad you like my cow,” he said.  “She is a good cow and gives rich milk.  Any time you spill your milk again come to me and I’ll sell you some.”

“We didn’t spill this milk,” explained Bunny carefully.  “A dog drank it.”

“Well, then come to me whenever you need milk, and you can’t get any at the farmhouse,” went on the old man, as Bunny gave him the six pennies.

“All right, sir,” said Bunny.

“Where do you live?” asked the ragged man.

“At Camp Rest-a-While,” answered Sue.

“Oh, you’re the children who live in the tents.  I know where your place is.”

“And to-night my father brought me a toy electric train from the city,” said Bunny Brown.  “It runs on a track with batteries, and you can switch it on and off and it—­it’s won’erful!”

“So is my Teddy bear!” exclaimed Sue.  “It has real lights for eyes and they burn bright when you press a button in Teddy’s back.”

“Those are fine toys,” said the ragged man.  “We never had such toys as that when I was a boy.  And so your train runs by an electrical battery, does it, my boy?” he asked Bunny, and he seemed anxious to hear all about it.

“Yes, and a strong one.  Daddy said I must be careful not to get a shock.”

“That’s right.  Electric shocks are not very good.  Except for folks that have rheumatism,” said the old man.  “I have a touch of that myself now and then, but I haven’t any battery.  But now you’d better run along with your milk, or your father and mother may be worried about you.  Do you know your way back to camp all right?”