the boxes were some pieces of dried bread, and an end of bacon. There was also a tin pail and a frying pan. And, off to one side, were some ashes. Bunny also saw where a pile of bags had been made into a sort of bed.
"Look, Sue," said the little boy. "I guess real people used to live in this cave. Here is where they made their fire, and cooked, and they slept on the pile of bags. We can sleep there to-night, if daddy doesn't come after us."
"But I hope he comes!" exclaimed Sue.
Bunny hoped so, too, but he thought he wouldn't say so. He wanted to be brave, and make believe he liked it in the cave.
"I—I'm thirsty," said Sue, after a bit. "I want a drink. Bunny."
"I'll give you some of the milk, Sue. There's half a bottle of it left."
"I'd rather have water. Bunny."
"I don't guess there's any water here, Sue," answered Bunny.
Then he listened to a sound. It was Splash, lapping up water from somewhere in the cave. It did not sound very far off.
"There's water!" Bunny cried. "Splash
