Bunny and Sue covered themselves up in their cots, for it was cool getting up in the middle of the night.  They both tried to go to sleep, but found it not so easy as they had hoped.

“Sue!  Sue!” whispered Bunny, after a while.

“Yes.  What is it?”

“Are you asleep?”

“No, ’course not.  How could I answer you if I was?”

“That’s so.  You couldn’t.  Well, I just wanted to know.”

There was silence for a few seconds and then Sue whispered: 

“Are you asleep, Bunny?”

“No, ’course not.  If I was how could I talk to you?”

“Well, I thought maybe you might have gone to sleep.  Say, Bunny!”

“Well, what is it?”

“I—­I’m not quite sure about that cow havin’ two crumpled horns or one.”

“Neither’m I,” said Bunny.  “That’s what I woke you up to find out about.”

“You didn’t wake me up ’cause I wasn’t asleep.  But I think the cow had two crumpled, twisted horns.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Bunny.  “And, if she did, then she didn’t belong to the raggedy man, for his cow had only one.”

“That’s so,” admitted Sue.  “But maybe she twisted the other horn pushing her way through the bushes to our tent.”

“Bushes aren’t strong enough to twist a cow’s horn!” replied Bunny, trying to set his little sister right.

“Yes they are too, Bunny Brown!  ’Specially a wild grape vine that’s strong enough to make a swing!” Sue was growing sleepy and a little cross.

“Well, maybe——­”

But now the voice of Mrs. Brown broke in on the talk of the two children.

“Stop talking right away, both of you, my dears,” she ordered, and Bunny and Sue knew she meant it.

“All right, Mother,” they said, while Sue whispered, just before she closed her eyes:  “We’ll find out whose cow it is in the morning.”

But they did not, at least right away, for when they ran down to the brook before breakfast, to wash their hands and faces as they always did, they saw nothing of the cow.

“Where did you tie her, Uncle Tad?” they asked.

“Right by the big willow tree,” he answered.  “Maybe she broke away in the night and tried to get back to the tent.”

The cow certainly had broken away, for there was one end of the rope still tied to the tree, while the other end was broken and frazzled, showing it had not been cut.

“Well, I guess whoever owns her will find her,” said Mr. Brown as he sat down to a breakfast of bacon and eggs.  He had to go back to the city that day, and the children were sorry, for they counted on having good times with him.

“But I’ll come back Friday night,” he promised, “and I’ll stay until Monday morning.  That will give us two whole days together.”

“Oh, then we’ll have fun!” cried Bunny.

“And will you help me play with my ’lectri_city_ Teddy Bear?” asked Sue.