They all slept soundly, and in the morning the first
thing Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue wanted to know about was the cow.
Their father told them all that had happened.
"That Dix is a great dog!" cried Bunny. "I'm glad we brought him with
us."
"So'm I!" echoed Sue. "And maybe to-day he'll find Fred."
"How can he?" asked Bunny.
"Because you know the funny old man who stopped us, to see if we were a
traveling show, said that boy banjo player was to come to this town. And
even if the one he saw _was_ colored it might be Fred blacked up."
"That's so," agreed Bunny. "We'll get daddy to ask."
A breakfast was cooked in the auto and eaten out-of-doors, because it
was such a lovely morning. More than once as they ate in the shadow of
the big car other autoists, passing, waved a merry greeting to the happy
little party, and as horse-drawn carts and wagons passed along the road
on their way into town, many curious glances were cast at the travelers.
It was rather a strange way of making a journey, but it suited the
Browns, and they preferred their big automobile to any railroad train
they could have had.
After breakfast they set off again, passing through the city.
Mr.
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