“Huh, the dog had it all drunk up before I saw him,” declared her brother.  “If I’d seen him I’d have stopped him quick enough!  I wasn’t afraid of him.”

“But what about more milk?” asked Sue.  That was all she could think of, now that the pail was empty.  “We’ve got to get more milk, Bunny Brown.”

“Yes, I s’pose we have,” he agreed.  “But we can easy go back to the farmhouse.”

“No, we can’t,” said Sue.

“Why not?” Bunny demanded.  “It isn’t far, and if you’re afraid of the dog you can stay here, and I’ll go for the milk.”

“Nope!” cried Sue, shaking her head until her hair flew into her eyes.  “Mother said you mustn’t ever leave me alone, to go anywhere when we were on the road or in the big woods.  I’ve got to stay with you, and you’ve got to stay with me,” and she went up and took Bunny by the hand.

“All right, Sue,” said he.  “I want you to stay with me.  But come along to the farmhouse and we’ll get more milk.  I’ll take a stick, if you want me to, and keep the dog away.  I don’t believe he’ll come back anyhow.  Don’t you know how ’fraid dogs are to come back to you when they’ve done something bad.  That time Splash ate the meat Bunker Blue brought in and left on the table—­why, that time Splash was so ashamed for what he’d done that he didn’t come into the house all day.  This dog won’t bite you.”

“Pooh!  I’m not afraid of the dog, Bunny Brown,” said Sue.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“I’m not ’fraid of anything.  But you know what that farm lady said.  She said this was the last quart of milk she could spare, and she didn’t have any more.”

“Oh, so she did!” agreed Bunny.  “Then what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” said Sue.

“We’ve got to do something,” said Bunny gravely.

“Yes,” said Sue.  “There isn’t any more milk at the camp, and the farm lady hasn’t any, and——­”

“Mother wants some to make the surprise-pudding,” added Bunny.  “I guess we didn’t ought to have tooken that for our play-game,” he went on all mixed up in his English.

“No,” said Sue, “maybe we oughtn’t.  Let me think now.”

“What you going to think?” asked Bunny.  Though he was a little older than Sue he knew that she often thought more then he did about what they were going to do or play.  Sue was a good thinker.  She usually thought first and did things afterward, while Bunny was just the other way.  He did something first and then thought about it afterward, and sometimes he was sorry for what he had done.  But this time he wanted to know what Sue was going to think.

“Aren’t you going to think something?” he asked after a bit.

Sue stood looking up and down the road.

“I’m thinkin’ now,” she said.  “Please don’t bother me, Bunny.”

Bunny remained silent, now and then looking into the empty milk pail, and tipping it upside down, as though that would fill it again.  Finally Sue said: