His father, mother and Uncle Tad laughed.
"What a boy!" cried Mother Brown. "To think the roar of a beautiful waterfall is but the noise of a trolley car! He will never be a poet, will he Daddy?"
"I don't want to be," said Bunny quickly. "I'm going to be a policeman when I grow up, and have a gun."
"All right," chuckled Daddy Brown. "But a policeman's life is not an easy one."
The roaring noise became plainer, and then, as the path turned, the party came in sight of an open glade through which they could see the cataract.
It was not unlike a small Niagara in its way. For a distance back of the edge the waters of the little river bubbled and foamed over rough rocks. Then came a smooth stretch and, suddenly, the waters plunged over the broken ledge, falling about seventy feet to the lake below where they made a pool of foam.
"Isn't it wonderful?" murmured Mother Brown.
"It certainly is a beautiful picture," came from Mr. Brown.
"It's the prettiest little fall I've ever seen," added Uncle Tad.
Sue said nothing for a minute. Both she and Bunny were looking at the waterfall closely. Then Sue began to wrap a shawl, which she had brought along, over her Teddy bear.