them before I tell you."

"You asted the most questions, Bunny," said Sue, shaking her finger at
him.

"No, I didn't. You did!"

"Well, we'll each just ask one question," went on Sue, "and then you can
tell us, Daddy. I want to try and guess what it is--I mean what the
tent is for. Shall we each take one guess, Bunny?"

"Yep. You guess first, Sue. What do you say the tent is for?"

Sue thought for half a minute, shutting her brown eyes and wrinkling up
her little nose. She was thinking very hard.

"I--I guess the tent is for a house for our dog Splash," she said, after
a bit. "Is it, Daddy?"

"No," and Mr. Brown shook his head. "It's your turn, Bunny."

Bunny looked up at the ceiling. Then he said:

"I guess grandpa's tent is going to be for us to play in when it rains.
Is it, Daddy?"

"Well, that's pretty nearly right," Mr. Brown answered. "And now sit
quiet and I'll tell you the surprise."

But before I let Mr. Brown tell the children the secret, I just want to