“Oh, I want to take that!” she cried.
“Nonsense!” laughed her mother. “Remember we are going to the West Indies—down south where it is very warm. You’d never want to wear fur there.”
“But if we went to the north pole we’d want fur, shouldn’t we?” asked Bunny.
“I guess you would,” said his mother, with a laugh.
The following day was busier than ever in the Brown home. The family was to start early the next morning on the train for Philadelphia, and everything must be in readiness the night before.
So valises were packed, the trunks were sent on ahead, and in the afternoon Bunny and Sue went about saying good-by to their playmates.
“Do alligators grow down in the West Indies?” asked George Watson of Bunny.
“I guess so,” was the answer. “Why?”
“Because I wish you’d bring me back one, if you can,” said George.
“I will,” promised Bunny, though he had not the least idea in the world how to catch alligators.