“How do you know he is hiding, Bunny?”
“Oh, he must be, Sue, else he’d have answered some of my calls and whistles. He’s hiding, or some one has hidden him. Come on—let’s go and look for him—just you and me.”
“All right,” agreed Sue. She usually agreed with whatever Bunny said, and she was quite willing to join in a search for the missing dog. “What are you going to do?” she asked, as she saw Bunny rummaging around in the pantry.
“I’m getting something to eat,” he answered.
“Why, we just had breakfast, Bunny.”
“I know we did. This isn’t breakfast. It’s for our dinner.”
“Dinner!” cried Sue.
“Yes, maybe we’ll be out looking for Patter until away late this afternoon, and we’ll get hungry,” explained Bunny. “So I’m going to take something along.”
“Get some for me, then,” begged his sister.
Bunny did. He took some cookies and cakes, though it would have been better if he had taken some bread and peanut butter sandwiches. But the cakes and cookies were easier to carry.