In the evening, while the Browns were at supper, an old man, who seemed
to be a farmer, came strolling down the road, stopping at the big
automobile, and looking from it over to the children's tent in the
woods.
"You folks camping here?" he asked.
"Well, we're traveling in our car, and we've had to stop on account of a
broken spring," explained Mr. Brown. "The children thought it would be
fun to have a tent up in the woods. No objection I hope, if you own
those trees."
"Bless your heart! No objection at all! I do own that patch of wood, and
I'm glad to see the children's tent there. It sort of reminds me of war
time, when I was in the army. You're welcome to stay as long as you
like, and if you want anything I've got you can have it!"
"So you were in the war, too," remarked Uncle Tad, walking up to the
farmer. "I'm a veteran myself. Where did you fight?"
The two elderly men began talking and soon found that they had been in
the same Southern States together, though they had never met. Then, as
evening came on, the two soldiers talked of the old days of the war,
while Mr. Brown built a little campfire to make it seem pleasant. Bunny
and Sue listened to the tales of battles until finally Mrs.
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