Tom shook his head.

“I don’t believe I’ll go, thank you,” he said.

“Why not?” asked Mrs. Brown.  “Don’t you feel well?  Don’t you like to walk in the woods, Tom?”

“Oh, yes’m, I like the woods, and I feel fine.  I never had such good things to eat as I’ve had in this camp.”

“Then why don’t you want to come with us?”

“Well—­er—­well, because, you see that farmer I worked for lives over near the waterfall, and maybe he’ll catch me if I go there.”

“Oh, I won’t let him catch you!” exclaimed Mr. Brown.  “Come along, Tom.  I’ll look after you.”

Then Tom came out of his hiding place, where he had gone after he heard Mrs. Brown say they were going to the fall.  Soon the party of campers were marching through the woods, Tom holding Bunny’s hand, while Bunker Blue looked after Sue.

The waterfall was very pretty, the water from a small river falling down over green, mossy rocks, into a deep glen, foaming and bubbling.  Mrs. Brown took some pictures with her photograph camera, and then they sat down in a shady spot, and ate a little lunch they had brought with them.  Splash, the big dog, had his share, too.

And that night was the grand marshmallow candy roast.  Uncle Tad built a fire of wood in front of the big tent.  When the smoke and the hottest flames had died away Bunny and Sue and the others, sitting on logs around the fire, toasted the candies, holding them over the fire on the pointed ends of the sticks Bunker Blue had made with his sharp knife.

“Oh, aren’t they good!” cried Sue, as she began to eat a candy she had roasted.

“Look out!  They’re hot!” called Uncle Tad.  But he was too late.

“Ouch!” cried Sue, as the hot candy burned her tongue.  “Oh, it hurts!” she sobbed.  “It hurts me!”

But Mother Brown put some cold, sweet cream on Sue’s tongue, and soon the burning pain stopped.

After that Sue waited until the brown and roasted candy had cooled before she ate any.

“Oh, dear!” suddenly cried Bunny, as he was roasting a marshmallow for himself.  “Oh, dear!”

“What’s the matter with you?” asked his father.  “Did you burn your tongue, Bunny?”

“No, but my candy slipped off my stick, and it’s all burning up in the fire.”

“Never mind,” said Mother Brown.  “Here’s another candy.  Next time don’t hold the marshmallow over the fire so long.  That makes it soft, so it melts, and it won’t stay on the stick.”

After Bunny and Sue learned how to do it they had no trouble roasting the marshmallows.  Everyone roasted some except Splash, and he was very glad to eat the browned and puffed-up sweets, even if he could not hold them over the fire.  But Splash took good care not to burn his tongue, as Sue had burned hers.

When the candies were all roasted, and eaten, it was time to go to bed.  After Bunny and Sue were tucked in their cots, Bunny heard his father and Bunker Blue going about outside the tent.  They seemed to be doing something to the ropes.