"Not this time, thank you," said Bunny. "When we go to the farmhouse now
we have a cover on our pail, and when we set it down on the road no dog
can come and drink the milk."

"But we don't set it down any more," said Bunny. "Mother told us not
to."

"That's good," said the ragged man, whose name was Bixby. "It's a good
thing you didn't want any milk, because I haven't any left. I used up
most of what my cow gave, and sold the rest to a party of automobile
folks that came along dreadfully thirsty."

"We have two automobiles," said Bunny. "One my father rides back and
forth to the city in and the other a big one, like a moving van, that we
can live in, and go where we want to. When night comes we just go to
sleep in it beside the road."

"That's what my dog Tramp and I would like," said the ragged man. "It's
no fun staying in one place all the while. But if you children are not
away off here looking for milk, what are you here for, I'd like to
know?"

"I'm looking for my Teddy bear with the blinking 'lectric lights for
eyes," said Sue.

"What makes you think you'll find him here, off in the woods?" asked Mr.
Bixby, after a pause.

"Well, somebody took my Teddy bear, which is a her, not a him, and is