"Here they are," Sue answered, as she took them from a little box under
the bushes.

"And where's the milk?" asked Bunny. "Fevers always make folks thirsty,
you know. I'm awful thirsty!"

"Here's the milk," said Sue. "I didn't ask mother if I could take it,
but I'm sure she won't care."

"No, I guess not," said Bunny, taking a long drink which Sue poured out
for him from a pitcher into a glass.

Then Bunny and his sister ate the pie and the cake which their mother
had given them that morning when they said they wanted to have a little
picnic in the woods. Instead Bunny and Sue had played Indian and
soldier, as they often did. First Bunny was a white soldier, and then an
Indian, and at last he made believe he was shot so he could be ill. Sue
was very fond of playing nurse, and she liked to cover Bunny up, feel
his pulse and feed him bread pills rolled in sugar. Bunny liked these
pills, too.

"Well, now we've got everything eaten up," said Bunny, as he gathered up
the last crumbs of the pie his mother had baked in the oil stove which
they had brought to camp. "Let's go and see what the surprise is."

"I'm not so _sure_ it is a surprise," returned Sue slowly. "Mother
didn't say so. She just said she wouldn't tell us until you got all
make-believe well again. So I suppose it's a surprise. Don't you think
so, too?"