The first was Sue's plea, the second Bunny's, and the father and mother smiled.
"Well, I think it will be all right if Tom is as careful about fire as he is on the water," said Mr. Brown.
"Oh, goodie!" cried Sue, while Bunny smiled and danced his delight.
Finally Camp Rest-a-While was quiet, for every one was in bed and the only noises to be heard were those made by the animals and insects of the wood, an owl now and then calling out: "Who? Who? Who?" just as if it were trying to find some one who was lost.
"Where'll we get the ears to roast?" asked Bunny as soon as he was up the next morning. "We don't grow any corn in our camp."
"Oh, we can get some roasting ears from almost any of the farmers around here," said Tom. "But we don't want to make the fire until night. It looks prettier then."
"That's what I say," cried Sue. "And if you wait until night I'll make some muffins to eat with the roast corn. Mother is going to show me how."
"Well, don't put any chow-chow mince-meat in your muffins," begged Bunny with a laugh.
"I won't," promised Sue. "But can't we do something while we're waiting for night to come so we can roast the corn?"
"Will you put up the swing you promised to make for us, Tom?" asked Bunny.