Daddy Brown nodded his head for yes.
"Do you mean a tramp?" asked Bunker Blue.
"Well, yes, it might have been a tramp, though we haven't seen any around here since we've been in camp. However, if a pie is all they took we don't need to worry."
"Perhaps the poor man was hungry," said Mrs. Brown. "I'm sure I hope he enjoys my pie."
"He couldn't help liking it," said Bunny Brown. "Your pies are always so good, Mother!"
"I'm glad to hear you say that," exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "Well, we have enough for the next two days, anyhow, and I'll bake again to-morrow."
"Splash didn't take the pie," said Sue, "'cause he was with us in the boat."
"Then it must have been the tramp," Mrs. Brown said. "Never mind, we won't worry any more about it. Did you have a nice time?"
Then they told about their little fishing trip. When Uncle Tad came back from his walk
