"Well, that's too bad," said the farmer. "I hope you get the pony back. Just go on for about a mile, and then turn into the woods. You can't miss the place, but you'll find it terribly muddy and wet."
"Well, we're ready for that sort of thing," said Mr. Brown with a smile from under his yellow hat.
Bunny's father took hold of his little boy's hand on one side, and Bunker Blue on the other, and together the three plodded along through the storm, the mud, and the rain.
It was rather hard walking for little Bunny Brown, but he was a brave, sturdy chap, and he was not going to complain or find fault, especially after he had begged to be taken. But his legs did get tired, for the rubber boots were heavy, and, at last, with a sigh, he said:
"I'm glad we didn't bring Sue along."
"Why?" asked Mr. Brown, with a smile at Bunker Blue.
"Because she'd get awful tired, and she'd have to be carried," said Bunny. "I guess you or Bunker would have to carry Sue, if she was with us, Daddy."
"Maybe we would," said Mr. Brown with another smile. "Maybe you would like to be carried yourself, Bunny?"
"Me? Oh, no. I'm a boy!" said Bunny quickly.
But, all the same, his father noticed that the little fellow's legs were moving more and more slowly, and finally Mr. Brown said: