"Oh—oh! It—it's sour—like lemons!" cried Sue.
"Yes, it is sour!" said Mr. Brown. "But that is why I like it."
"I like molasses cookies better," said Sue, as she took a bite from one to cleanse away the sour taste in her mouth. "You can make just as good cookies as my mother or my Aunt Lu can," said Sue to Mrs. Trimble.
"Can I? I'm glad to hear that," said the farmer's wife, with a smile. "Have some to put in your pockets."
"Oh, I'm afraid you've given them too many already," objected Mr. Brown.
"Molasses cookies won't hurt children; nor milk won't either," the farmer said. "Any time you're over this way stop in. I'm sorry you can't find that boy Tom. And I'm sorry I was a bit cross with him, or maybe he'd be here yet. But I haven't seen him."
Splash was rested now, and clean. And he had had a good drink of cold water, so he was ready to start again. The children, too, felt like walking, and, after having thanked the farmer and his wife, Mr. Brown set off once more with Bunny and Sue, Splash following behind.
"Come again!" Mrs. Trimble invited them.
"We will, thank you," answered Daddy Brown.
"She's real nice; isn't she?" asked Bunny, when they were once more in the road.