in the woods, he, too, had to be told of the missing pie. Uncle Tad shook his head.
"We'll have to lock up everything around our camp if tramps are going to come in and take our pies, and the other good things Mother Brown makes," he said with a smile. "Or else one of us will always have to stay here to keep watch."
"I wish we had Tom Vine back," said Bunny. "I wonder where he is?"
Of course no one knew, and Mr. Brown began to think that, after all, Tom had done just as Mr. Trimble had said—had run away.
The next day, after breakfast, Sue, who was changing the dress of one of her dolls, saw brother Bunny walking along the path that led toward the spring. Bunny carried a small wooden box.
"What are you going to do. Bunny?" she asked him. "Get a box full of water?"
"Nope. This box won't hold water. It's got holes in."
"But what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to make a trap to catch a fox."
"Oh, Bunny! Can I help you?"
