The pig-pen had only partly burned, and the barn, to the side of which
it was built, was only scorched. Some one must have dropped a match in
the straw of the pig-pen to start the blaze, it was said.

"Well, we'll nail a few boards back on the pen, and it will do to keep
the pigs in until morning," said Mr. Blakeson, the farmer. "That is if
we can get 'em collected again."

"My dogs will help," said Mr. Brown. "Here, Dix! Splash!" he called.
"Drive the pigs up here!"

The two dogs, both of which were used to driving cows, soon collected
the pigs, even in the dark, and once more they were in their pen,
sniffing about for something to eat, now that the fire was out.

The farmer whose barn had been saved by the children's father was much
interested in the big auto, and, a little later in the evening, went
down to look at it, as did some of his neighbors.

"Well, that's a fine way of traveling about," said Mr. Blakeson, and his
friends agreed with him.

The next morning, while Bunny, Sue and the others were at breakfast,
talking about the fire of the night before, a number of children came
down the road to see the big machine. All the dirt from the flood had
been washed off, and as it had been newly painted before this tour
started, the "Ark," as the Browns sometimes called their big car, looked
very nice indeed.

The country children had seldom, if ever, seen so big an automobile as