"I—I'm not quite sure about that cow havin' two crumpled horns or one."
"Neither'm I," said Bunny. "That's what I woke you up to find out about."
"You didn't wake me up 'cause I wasn't asleep. But I think the cow had two crumpled, twisted horns."
"That's what I thought," said Bunny. "And, if she did, then she didn't belong to the raggedy man, for his cow had only one."
"That's so," admitted Sue. "But maybe she twisted the other horn pushing her way through the bushes to our tent."
"Bushes aren't strong enough to twist a cow's horn!" replied Bunny, trying to set his little sister right.
"Yes they are too, Bunny Brown! 'Specially a wild grape vine that's strong enough to make a swing!" Sue was growing sleepy and a little cross.
"Well, maybe——"
But now the voice of Mrs. Brown broke in on the talk of the two children.
"Stop talking right away, both of you, my dears," she ordered, and Bunny and Sue knew she meant it.