Sue looked about her, as did Bunny.  Neither of them knew in what part of the big woods they were, for they had never been there before.  They were both looking for some path that would lead them home.  But they saw none.

Suddenly Sue cried: 

“Oh, there’s the sun!  It’s right overhead.”

She pointed upward, and Bunny saw a light spot in the clouds.  The clouds had not broken away, but they were thin enough for the sun to make a bright place in them.

“That must be the east,” said Sue.  “But how are we ever going to walk that way, Bunny, unless we climb trees?  It’s up in the air!”

“That isn’t the east,” said the little boy.  “That’s right overhead—­I forget the name of it.”

But I will tell you, and Bunny Brown can look it up in his geography when he gets home.  The point in the sky when the sun seems to be directly over your head is the zenith.

“And it’s noon and dinner time, too,” went on Bunny.

“Can you tell by your stomach?” asked Sue.  “I can, for my stomach is hungry.  It is always hungry at noon.”

“I can tell by my stomach, for it is hungry just like yours,” said Sue’s brother.  “But I can tell by the sun.  Daddy told me that it was noon, and time to eat, when the sun was straight over our heads.  Now, we’ll get out of the woods, Sue.”

“How?  Will the sun help us and bring us something to eat?” asked Sue.

“Well, the sun will help us in a way, for when it begins to go down we will know that is the west.  And the east is just opposite from the west.  So if we walk with our backs toward the west we’ll be facing the east, and if we keep on that way we’ll be at our camp some time.  All we’ll have to do is to walk away from the sun.”

“And will that give us something to eat?” Sue demanded.

“Maybe,” said Bunny Brown.  “We may come to a farmhouse, and they might give us some cookies and milk.”

“How good that would taste!” cried Sue.  “I wish I had some now.”

“We’ll walk on a way,” said Bunny.  “Maybe we’ll come to a place where they’ll feed us.  But be careful to keep your back to the sun.”

Sue said she would, and the two lost children were soon walking through the woods together.  They walked on the path when they saw one, and crossed over open glades or through underbrush when they came to such places where they saw no path.

For the time being they had given up all idea of finding their missing toys.  All they thought was of getting home.  Every once in a while Sue would ask: 

“Are we most there, Bunny?”

And he would answer: 

“Not quite, but almost.  Just a little farther, Sue.”

Suddenly there was a noise in the bushes as if some one were coming through in a hurry.

“Oh, maybe it’s our dog Splash coming to find us!” cried Sue.

“I don’t believe so,” answered Bunny.  “Besides, Splash would bark; and whatever this dog’s name is, he doesn’t make a sound.  Oh, look, Sue, it’s a man, not a dog!”