And what a fine supper it was—that first one in camp! Bunny and Sue thought they had never tasted anything so good. They all sat in the dining tent, and Mother Brown put the things on the table.
"Now where are your potatoes, Uncle Tad?" she asked.
"Here they are!" cried the old soldier, as he went to the campfire. He raked away the ashes and embers with a stick, and on a platter, made from a large piece of bark, off a tree, the old soldier poked out a number of round, black, smoking things.
"Why—why!" exclaimed Sue, in surprise. "I thought you baked potatoes, Uncle Tad!"
"So I did, Sue."
"They look like black stones," said Bunny.
"You wait—I'll show you," laughed Uncle Tad. He brought the bark platter to the table. Taking up a fork he opened one of the round, black, smoking things. Though the outside was burned black from the fire, the inside was almost as white as snow.
"There's baked potatoes for you!" cried Uncle Tad. "Put some salt and butter on them, and you never tasted anything better! But be careful—for they're very hot!"
Supper over, the dishes were washed and put away. Then there was nothing to do but wait until it was time to go to bed.
"And I think we're all tired enough to go early to-night," said Mother Brown.