Bunny walked back to the boat, which the wind had blown partly up on shore. He looked for his fishing pole and line, and, after he had taken it out, he saw the little basket of lunch his mother had put up. It had not yet been opened.
"Oh, Sue!" Bunny cried. "Look! We've got our lunch! And there's a bottle of milk, too! Now we can have a picnic!"
"And you won't have to catch any fish!" cried Sue, clapping her hands. "I'm hungry Bunny. Let's have the picnic now!"
Bunny was willing, for he was hungry too, and the children, taking the basket of lunch, sat down in a shady place on the shore to eat. As Sue was taking off the napkins, in which the sandwiches and cakes were wrapped, she happened to think of something.
"Oh, Bunny!" Sue said. "Part of this lunch was for Bunker Blue."
Bunny thought for a second or two.
"Well, Bunker isn't here now," he said, "and he can't get here, less'n he swims. I don't guess he'll want any lunch, Sue."
"And anyhow, he can catch a fish," said Sue. "Bunker is good at fishing, and he likes to eat 'em."
"I wonder where Bunker is now," pondered Bunny.
He looked back up the lake. He could not see the island where they had left Bunker. It was out of sight around a bend in the lake shore.