"Where are you going?" asked Bunny.
"I'm goin' home to my regular bed!" said Sue. "This tent is all right, but a owl might bite through it. You'd better come with me, Bunny Brown."
"I—I guess I will," said the little boy. "I wouldn't want you to go alone," he added brightly.
He, too, put on his robe and slippers, and then Sue, with her lighted Teddy bear, and Bunny, with his little flashlight, started toward the "Ark." The two dogs followed.
Up the steps, in the glare of the little outside electric light went the two tots. As they entered the automobile Mrs. Brown heard them and called:
"Who is there?"
"It's us," said Bunny.
"An old owl kept askin' us questions about who was it," added Sue, "an' we couldn't sleep. So we came in here."
"Crawl into your bunks," said Mother Brown. And that ended the children's sleeping in the tent, for a while at least.
The next morning Mr. Jason, the soldier-farmer who owned the wood where the tent was erected, came down to the "Ark."