It was pleasant, shady and cool in the evergreen woods of Christmas Tree Cove. On the ground were brown pine needles and the shorter ones from the spruces and the hemlocks. Here and there the sun shone down through the thick branches, but not too much. It was like being in a green bower.
On and on wandered Bunny and Sue, thinking what a nice place it was. They found pine cones and odd stones, with, here and there, a bright flower.
All of a sudden Sue looked around.
"Bunny, it's getting dark," she said. "I can't see the sun any more. I guess it's night, and we'd better go back home."
"I don't believe it's night," said the little boy. "I guess the trees are so thick we can't see the sun. But we can go home. I'm getting hungry, anyhow. Come on."
They turned about to go back, and walked on for some time. Sue took hold of Bunny's hand.
"It's getting terrible dark," she said. "Where's home, Bunny?"
The little boy looked around.
"I—I guess it isn't far," he said. "But it is dark, Sue. I wish I had a flashlight. Next time I'm going to bring one. But we'll soon be home."
However, they were not. It rapidly grew darker, and at last Bunny Brown knew what had happened.