Bunny, if I scolded you for being bad. Not that you are often naughty,
but you might be, some time."

"But I wouldn't run away," Bunny said, shaking his head very earnestly.
"I like it here too much. I read a story once, about a boy who ran away,
and he had to sleep in a haymow and eat raw eggs for breakfast."

"Oh! I'd never do _that_!" cried Sue. "I wouldn't mind playing with the
little chickens that came out of the eggs, but I wouldn't run away,"
she said earnestly. "I wouldn't want to sleep in a haystack lessen Bunny
was with me."

"Well, when you two make up your minds to run away," said Mrs. Brown
with a laugh, "tell us, and we'll come for you when night falls and
bring you home. Then you can sleep in your own beds and run away the
next day.

"That will be great!" cried Bunny. "We'll do it that way, Sue."

"That's what we will!" said she.

They were at the Browns' house now, and Dix, the dog that belonged to
the runaway boy, turned to go back home. Splash barked at him as much as
to say:

"Oh, come on, old fellow, stay and have a good time. Maybe I can find a
choice bone or two."

But Dix wagged his tail and barked, and if one had understood dog
language, of which I suppose there must be one, he would, perhaps, have