"Bunny! are you there? Answer me. Are you there?"
For an instant there was no reply, and Mrs. Brown, who had begun to think she should have looked there first, was about to conclude that, after all, it was a wrong guess, when suddenly a voice answered:
"Yes; here I am."
The boat tilted to one side and out from beneath it came rolling Bunny Brown. He seemed sleepy, and his clothes were mussed while his hair was rumpled. And there was a queer look on his face.
"Why, Bunny! Bunny Brown, what possessed you to crawl under that boat and go to sleep?" asked his mother. "You have frightened us! We thought perhaps you had fallen overboard."
"No," said Bunny slowly, shaking his head, "I didn't."
"We see you didn't," said his father, a bit sternly. "But why did you hide under the boat?"
"I wasn't hiding," answered Bunny. "And if I had fallen overboard into the water you would have heard me yell," he went on, speaking slowly.
"I suppose so," agreed Mr. Brown. "But if you weren't hiding under that boat, what were you doing?"
"I was—I was thinking," answered Bunny sheepishly.