"But they might not have told the truth," went on Mr. Bixby, with a sort
of wink at Bunny.

"Oh, everybody tells the truth," said the little boy.

"Not always," returned Mr. Bixby with a laugh. "But never mind about
that now. You have come a long way from your camp."

"Oh, that's another thing we forgot to tell you about," said Bunny.
"We're lost."

"Lost?" cried the ragged man.

"Terrible lost," said Sue. "We don't even know which is east, where the
sun gets up, you know."

"Oh, I can easily show you that," said Mr. Bixby. "And you're not lost
any more, for I know where your camp is."

"We hoped you would," said Bunny.

"That's why we were glad to see you through the bushes. Can you take us
home?"

"I can and I will," said the ragged man. "I can take you back straight
through the wood, or around by my cabin, which will put you on the road
along which you went to get your milk that night. Then you'll have an
easier walk to Camp Rest-a-While, though a little longer one."