"Well, now we've got everything eaten up," said Bunny, as he gathered up the last crumbs of the pie his mother had baked in the oil stove which they had brought to camp. "Let's go and see what the surprise is."
"I'm not so sure it is a surprise," returned Sue slowly. "Mother didn't say so. She just said she wouldn't tell us until you got all make-believe well again. So I suppose it's a surprise. Don't you think so, too?"
"I guess I do," answered Bunny. "But come on, we'll soon find out."
As the children came out from under the bush where they had been playing, there was a crashing in the brush and Sue cried:
"Oh, maybe that's some more of those Indians."
"Pooh! We're not playing Indians now," said Bunny. "That game's all over. I guess it's Splash."
"Oh, that's nice!" cried Sue. "I was wondering where he'd gone."
A big, happy-looking and friendly dog came bursting through the bushes. He wagged his tail, and his big red tongue dangled out of his mouth, for it was a warm day.
"Oh, Splash; you came just too late!" cried Sue. "We've eaten up everything!"
"All except the crumbs," said Bunny.