But the road, too, seemed to have disappeared.  Bunny and Sue went this way and that, but no road could they find.  They listened, but they could not hear the clanging of the trolley car gong.  It was very still and quiet in the woods, except, now and then, when Splash would run through the dried leaves, looking for another mud-turtle, perhaps.

“I’m hungry!” Sue exclaimed.  “I want to go home, Bunny!”

“So do I,” said the little fellow, “but I don’t seem to know where our home is.”

“Oh!  Are we—­are we lost?” whispered Sue.

Bunny nodded.

“I—­I guess so,” he answered.

CHAPTER XII

FOUND

Getting lost in the woods is different from getting lost in the city.  In the city, or even in a little country town, there is someone of whom you can ask the way to your house.  But in the woods there is no one to talk to.

Bunny and Sue thought of this when they had looked around through the trees, trying to find some way to, at least, get back to the road.

“If I could find the trolley car tracks we’d be all right,” Bunny said.  “We could wait for a car and ride home.”  “But what could we do with Splash?” asked Sue.

“Oh, he could run along after us.  It isn’t far, and he’s had a good rest now.”

“Well, I wish I were home,” sighed the little girl.  “I’m awful hungry!”

Bunny Brown did not know what to do.  He wanted to be brave, and help his sister, but he, himself, felt much like crying, and he thought he could see tears in Sue’s eyes.

Where was their home, anyhow?  Where were their papa and mamma and dear Aunt Lu?  Bunny felt he would give all of his five cents if he could see the house where he and Sue lived.  But all around them were only trees.

“Will we have to stay here all night?” Sue wanted to know.

“Well, if we do, we can make believe we have a camp here, and live in the woods.  And we’ve got Splash with us.”

“Yes, I guess I wouldn’t be much afraid,” agreed Sue.  “But it would be dark; wouldn’t it, Bunny?”

“Maybe there’d be a moon—­or—­or lightning bugs.”

“I—­I’d rather have a real light,” said the little girl.  “And even if I’m not very much afraid in the dark, I can’t stop being hungry, Bunny.  What do you eat when you camp in the woods?”

“Why—­er—­you eat—­I guess you have to have sandwiches, or ice cream cones, or something like that.”

“I want a sandwich now!” Sue insisted.

Bunny shook his head.

“We can make-believe,” he began.

“But my hungry isn’t make-believe!” cried Sue.  “It’s real—­I’m awful hungry.  Can’t you find our house, Bunny?”

Her brother shook his head.  Then, somehow or other, he decided that he must do something besides stand there in the woods.

“Let’s look for a path and walk along it,” he said.  “Maybe we can get home that way.”