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CHAPTER XX
THE MISSING CAKE
The tramps had come through the bushes so quickly, and had made such a sudden grab for the lunch basket, that, for a second or two, Bunny Brown did not know what to do. Neither did his sister Sue. Nor were the other children any better off.
They just sat there, looking at the rough men, one of whom had Bunny's basket, and was taking out what was left of the sandwiches, cake and other good things.
"Is there anything to eat in it?" asked the little tramp of the big one, who had Bunny's basket.
"Yes, some," was the answer. "But there are more lunch baskets. Grab one for yourself."
Of course that was not a nice way to talk—not very polite you know. But perhaps tramps
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