"Yep. But I guess the horse is hungry, Daddy. Shall I tie him to the automobile where he can get some grass?"
"No indeed!" cried Mr. Brown. "If we tie the horse to our auto he may run off with it. I'll just tie him to the fence, as I did the cow, and when the man who owns him comes along he can take him away."
"Take him away!" cried Bunny. "Why, it's grandpa's horse!"
"Oh, no, son!" said Mr. Brown kindly. "I don't like to make you feel bad, but this isn't grandpa's horse. It belongs to some one around here, and it probably strayed away, just as the cow did last night. Some one will be along after it soon, so I'll tie it to the fence."
"Oh, dear!" sighed Sue, as her father fastened the horse. "I thought it was grandpa's, and he'd be so glad; didn't you, Bunny?"
"Yes, but never mind. Maybe we can find another horse, to-morrow, that will be grandpa's. Anyhow I'm hungry now."
It did not take much to make Bunny think of something new.
"I'm hungry, too," said Sue. "We'll look for another horse to-morrow."
The one they had found straying down the road was now eating grass near the fence. He did not seem to mind where he was. Splash lay down near him, as though to watch, so he would not stray off again.
"Shall we eat outside?" asked Mr. Brown of his wife, "or do you think it will rain?"