"I hope not, either," said her father. "For Eagle Feather and his
Indians are good friends of ours, and I would not like to feel that they
would take anything from our camp. Still we must look everywhere."

"Sue, you said the Indians lived on a 'preservation.' You meant
'reservation,'" corrected Bunny.

"I don't care. They live there, whatever it is," declared the little
girl.

They circled about the tents, but the footprints, as far as they could
tell, were those of white men--none of them toed in.

"Are you going to the Indians' camp?" asked Bunny.

"Yes, I think we'll go there, and also to----"

But just then came the voice of Mrs. Brown calling:

"Breakfast is ready, and if you wait very long the pancakes will be
spoiled! Hurry!"

"Oh, hurray! Pancakes!" cried Sue. "Don't you like them, Bunny?"

"I should say I do! I hope I can have ten."

"Oh, Bunny Brown!" cried Sue, "you never could eat ten pancakes at one
meal!"