"I'll carry you a little way, Bunny boy! It will rest you!"
And how glad Bunny Brown was to hear his father say that! Though he never, never would have asked to be carried. But, of course, if daddy offered to do it that was different; wasn't it?
Picking his little boy up in his arms, Mr. Brown carried him along the road, perhaps for five minutes, and then Bunker Blue, peering through the mist, exclaimed:
"I see some tents and wagons over in a field near some woods!"
He pointed, and Mr. Brown said:
"I guess that's the gypsy camp all right! Yes, that's what it is!"
"Then please let me walk," said Bunny quickly. "I'm not tired now."
He did not want the gypsies to see him in his father's arms.
Mr. Brown, Bunker and Bunny turned into a field, and walked toward the tents. They could be seen more plainly now, with some wagons drawn up among them. As the three walked along they saw a tall man come from one of the tents toward them.
"That's the gypsy!" exclaimed Bunny in a whisper. "That's the man that wanted to buy our pony!"