"Oh, I don't mind the rain," said Bunker, who was washing the potatoes for supper.
The little table was set out under a tree, and there supper was eaten. It was almost over when a man came along the road.
"Good evening!" he called, and he looked surprised to see the big automobile, and the little supper party. "Good evening. Have you folks seen a stray horse? One of mine ran away—"
Then he saw the one Bunny had found, which Mr. Brown had tied to the fence.
"Why, there's my horse now!" the man cried. "How'd it get here?"
"I found it," said Bunny. "I thought it was my grandpa's, but it isn't, daddy says. Is it yours?"
"Why, yes, little man, it is. And I'm glad you found him. He might have gone off a good way if you hadn't stopped him."
Then Bunny told how he had led the horse along the road, and Mr. Brown explained why it was he and his family were traveling in the big automobile to grandpa's farm.
"If you'll send over to my place," promised
