Nothing much happened for the rest of the trip, which lasted another day. If Mr. Brown had wished to hurry he could have gone to grandpa's in two days, but he took his time.
On the afternoon of the third day Bunker Blue steered the big machine down a little hill. At the foot was a big white house, with a red barn back of it.
"There's grandpa's!" called Mr. Brown.
"Yes, and there is grandpa himself standing at the gate to meet us!" Mrs. Brown said. "Wave your hands to him, Bunny and Sue!"
The children did, from the windows of the automobile. Then Bunker steered it up the driveway. Bunny and Sue jumped out.
"Hello, Grandpa!" cried Bunny.
"Hello, Grandma!" laughed Sue.
And, a second later, they were being hugged by the dear old couple, while Mr. and Mrs. Brown got out of the automobile more slowly.
"Oh, Grandpa, did you find your horses the Gypsies took?" Bunny asked.
"No," answered Grandpa Brown. "I guess I'll never see 'em again! And it was my best team, too!" and he shook his head sadly.
