about time for the chickens to go to roost Turkeys like to roost in trees, you know, and not in a coop, as chickens do. And perhaps the big gobbler was, even then, perched up in some tree, with his head under his wing. And, for all I know, perhaps he was dreaming of a little girl in a red dress, and a boy who threw a pail over a turkey's head. That is if gobblers do dream.
"Oh, there's the pail!" cried Bunny, as he saw the shining tin in the middle of the field. "I'm going to get it. Sue."
And Bunny did. It was too late, then, to pick any of the wild strawberries, but Bunny and Sue knew they could come some other time.
They reached home safely, and told about the gobbler.
"My!" exclaimed Grandma Brown. "But that was quite an adventure. Bunny and Sue!"
"Oh, we have lots of them," said Bunny. "Don't we. Sue?"
"Yes, Bunny. But I don't like turkey adventures."
The next day the two children went after
