"Why, I'm sharpening these sticks, Bunny," was the answer.
"What for?" asked Sue, as she put her wax doll down in the shade, so the sun would not melt the nose.
"Oh, I know!" cried Bunny. "You're making arrows! Are you going to have a bow, and shoot the arrows like an Indian, Bunker?"
Bunker Blue shook his head and smiled.
"You'll have to guess again, Bunny," he said.
Bunny took up one of the pointed sticks.
"Are they spears?" asked the little boy, as he put his finger gently on the sharp point. "Indians use spears to catch fish. Are you going to do that, Bunker?"
Bunker shook his head.
"You haven't guessed yet," he said.
"Oh, tell us!" begged Sue. "Is it a secret?"