Mrs. Brown, from behind the curtain, where she slept.
"Why," said Mr. Brown slowly. "It—it seems to be a—"
Then he stopped. He did not want to scare his wife or Sue, by telling them there was a bear in the tent, and yet there was.
"Oh, what is it?" cried Mrs. Brown again. "I heard Bunny crying! Is anything the matter with him?"
"No, he's all right," answered Bunny's papa. That was true enough. There was really nothing the matter with the little boy. He was just a bit frightened, that was all.
"But something is the matter," said Mrs. Brown, "I know there is! Why don't you tell me what it is?"
Daddy Brown did not know just what to do. He sat up in bed, thinking and looking first at the bear and then at Bunny. All Mr. Brown could see of Bunny was a heap under the bedclothes. But the bear was in plain sight, standing in the doorway of the tent, sniffing and snuffing near the lighted lantern.
Mr. Brown did not want to speak about the
