begged Bunker to make a trap to catch a fox, or a squirrel, or something like that. Bunny did not want to hurt the wild animals, but he thought he would like to catch one in a trap, and try to tame it.
"No, I'm not making a trap," answered Bunker. "I don't believe you children could guess what these sticks are for if you tried all day. And, as it isn't my secret, I don't believe I'd better tell you. You go and ask your mother—it's mostly her secret—and if she wants to tell you—why, all right."
"Oh, we'll go and ask mother!" cried Bunny. "Come on, Sue!"
The two children found Mrs. Brown in the cooking-tent, getting dinner ready.
"What's the secret?" cried Sue.
"What is Bunker making all the sharp-pointed sticks for?" Bunny wanted to know.
Their mother smiled at them. From a shelf over the oil stove she took down a large platter on which she put the eggs she was cooking.
"What is the secret. Mother?" begged Bunny. "Please tell us!"
