"We can eat it now," said Bunny. "I was just looking for a shady place."
"There's some shade over there," went on Sue, pointing to a clump of trees a little distance away. "We can drive off on that other road and have a picnic."
"All right," Bunny agreed. And then, forgetting that his mother had told him not to get off the straight road between the farm and home, Bunny turned the pony down a lane and along another highway to the wood. There, finding a place where a little spring of water bubbled out near a green, mossy rock, the children sat down to eat their lunch. But first they tied Toby to a tree and gave him his piece of sugar and the crackers. After that he found some grass to nibble.
Bunny and Sue had a good time playing picnic in the woods. They sat under the trees and made believe they were gypsies traveling around.
"I wonder if they is any gypsies around here?" asked Sue.
"George Watson said there were some camping over near Springdale," answered Bunny.
"Let's don't go there," suggested Sue.
"No, we won't," agreed her brother. "And I guess we'd better start for home now. Mother told us not to be late."
They fed Toby some cookie crumbs left in one of the boxes, and then started to drive out of the wood. But they had not gone very far before they came to a bridge over a noisy, babbling brook.
"Why, Bunny," cried Sue, "this isn't the way we came! We didn't cross over this bridge before!"