after a bit, as she picked up the last crumbs of hers.

"Perhaps they would," said Mother Brown. "But they are away up on the
front seat, and I don't see how we can pass them any. There is too much
in the auto, or I could hand it to them out of the little window back of
the seat. But I can't reach the window."

"I know how we could pass them a tart," said Bunny.

"How?" asked his mother.

"Climb up on the roof of the auto, and lower the lunch basket down to
them with a string."

"Bunny Brown! Don't you dare think of such a thing!" cried his mother.
"The idea of climbing onto the roof of this big automobile when it's
moving!"

"Oh, I didn't mean when it was _moving_," Bunny said. "I wouldn't do
that, for fear I'd be jiggled off. I meant to wait until we stopped.
Then I could get up on the roof."

"No need to do that," said Uncle Tad. "For when we stop, then one of you
can get down, and run up ahead with something for daddy and Bunker
Blue."

And, a little later, the automobile did stop.

"What's the matter?" called Mrs. Brown to her husband, who was up on the
front seat. "Did anything happen?"