"There isn't enough to give Splash much," said Bunny slowly. "But maybe he can dig himself up a bone in the woods. We can leave the crusts for him. Splash likes crusts."
"I don't," Sue said. "He can have all of mine."
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue had not yet learned to like the crusts of their bread. But Splash was not so particular.
The wind was now blowing harder, and the rain was flowing in the front of the cave. It blew in the faces of the children.
"Come on farther back," said Bunny, as he saw Sue wrapping her dress around her doll to keep off the rain.
"It—it's too dark," Sue answered. Bunny walked back a little way. Then he cried:
"Oh, Sue. Come on back here. It's real light here. There's a chimbly here and the light comes down it fine!"
"You come and get me—I can't see—it's so dark," Sue answered.
Bunny had left her standing near the front part of the cave, where it was still light, and
