that Mr. Trimble would stay cross, and would try to get him back onto the farm. Well, it's too bad, for Tom was a nice boy, but it can't be helped."
"I'd like Tom back," said Bunny.
"So would I," added Sue.
"What's the matter, Splash?" asked Mr. Brown, for the big dog had run up the side of a little hill along the road, and was barking at a hole in the ground.
"Maybe he thinks the fox lives there," said Bunny.
"Maybe," said Daddy. "Come on, Splash. Even if that is the hole of the fox he isn't there now. You chased him too far away. Come on!"
But Splash did not want to come. He pawed away the dirt at the side of the hole, and put his sharp nose down inside it.
"There must be something there, Daddy," said Bunny, standing still, and looking up the hill at the dog. "Let's go and see what it is."
"If it's a fox I'm not going!" cried Sue, holding back.
"I don't believe it's a fox," said Mr. Brown.
