"Oh, of course," Bunny replied. Sue clapped her hands and nodded her head. She liked it, too.
"Well, then, that's what we'll do," Mr. Brown went on. "We will make the trip to grandpa's in the big auto. We'll live in it just as the Gypsies live in their wagons, that are drawn by horses, and we can camp out if we want to."
"But we won't take anybody's horses, and not bring 'em back, the way the Gypsies did to grandpa," said Bunny. "Will we?"
"Oh, no, of course not!" echoed Sue.
"Well, then, if it's all settled, we'll have supper, and talk more about our trip afterward," said Mr. Brown.
That night, when the table was cleared, the little family gathered about it talked about what fun they would have.
"Can I steer?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Oh, no. I'm going to let Bunker Blue do that," his father said. Bunker was a big, strong young man, with red hair, who helped Mr. Brown in the boat business.
Bunny and Sue could hardly sleep that
