Blakeson, and his
friends agreed with him.
The next morning, while Bunny, Sue and the others were at breakfast,
talking about the fire of the night before, a number of children came
down the road to see the big machine. All the dirt from the flood had
been washed off, and as it had been newly painted before this tour
started, the "Ark," as the Browns sometimes called their big car, looked
very nice indeed.
The country children had seldom, if ever, seen so big an automobile as
this, nor one in which a family could live as they traveled. There were
many "Ohs!" and "Ahs!" as they walked about it.
"Let's ask 'em in and show 'em our bunks," proposed Bunny, and his
mother said he might. The children were even more surprised at the
inside of the "Ark" than at the outside.
"Oh, wouldn't I love to live in this!" sighed a little girl with red
hair. "It's just like Mother Goose or a fairy story."
"I love fairy stories," said Sue.
Just before the Browns were ready to set off once more in their
automobile, a hired hand from the Blakeson farm came down with a basket
of fresh eggs, some apples and other fruit which the farmer gave Daddy
Brown and Uncle Tad for helping to put out the fire.
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