“That’s so,” and Bunny smiled now and seemed happier.

“I wonder how it happened?” asked Sue.

“I guess we jiggled it so much, making believe we were sailing, that the rope got loose,” Bunny explained.  “And now we’re sailing!”

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue really were sailing down the river and the boat was bobbing up and down and swinging from side to side, for it was not steered.  And it was not exactly “sailing” either, for it was only a row-boat and there was no sail to hoist.

But the river was flowing down hill to the sea and it was the river that was carrying the boat along.

“I like it; don’t you?” asked Sue, after a bit.

“Yes,” answered Bunny.  “Only we musn’t go too far away.  Mother wouldn’t like that even if it wasn’t our fault that the boat got loose.  I wonder if there’s anything to eat here.”

“Let’s look,” proposed Sue, so the two children looked under the boat seats and lifted the oars over to one side.  Sometimes they were allowed to go with their father or mother for a row or sail, and, once in a while, Mrs. Brown would take with her some sandwiches or cake for a little lunch.  Bunny and Sue thought something to eat might have been left over since the last time, but there was nothing.

“Oh dear!” sighed Sue.  “I’m terrible hungry, Bunny!”

“So am I!”

“Don’t you s’pose you could catch a fish, so we could eat that?”

“I might,’ Bunny answered, “if I had a fish line.”

“I have a piece of string,” and Sue put her chubby hand in her pocket.  She had had her mother sew two pockets in her dress, almost like the ones Bunny had in his little trousers.  For Sue said she wanted to carry things in her pockets, just as her brother and the other boys did.

She now pulled out a tangled bit of string, white cord that had come off some bundles from the grocery.

“There’s a fish line, Bunny,” said Sue.

“Yes, if I only had a hook,” and the little fellow pulled the tangles out of the cord, “You can’t catch fish without a hook, Sue.”

“I know that.  And here’s a pin.  You can bend that into a hook.  Sadie West and I did that one day up at the frog pond.”

“Did you get any fish?” Bunny asked.

“No,” answered Sue slowly.  “But there wasn’t any fish in the pond.  Mr. Winkler came along and told us so, and we didn’t fish any more.  We caught frogs.”

“How?”

“In a tin can.”

“We haven’t any tin can now,” went on Bunny, looking about the boat, as if he would, perhaps, rather catch frogs than fishes.

“Don’t try to get any frogs,” Sue begged him.  “They aren’t any good to eat.”

“Their legs are!”

“Oh, they are not!  I wouldn’t eat frogs’ legs.  I’d eat chickens’ legs though, if they were cooked.”

“So would I. But some folks do eat frogs legs.  I heard Aunt Lu telling mother so the other day.”