Sue had often been told this, so they were very careful.
When the fire had blazed up good and hot, Uncle Tad let it cool down a bit. Then he raked away the red hot embers and put in them some nice, big, round potatoes. These he covered up in the hot ashes, and put on more wood.
"Now the potatoes are baking," he said. "They will be done in time for supper."
And what a fine supper it was—that first one in camp! Bunny and Sue thought they had never tasted anything so good. They all sat in the dining tent, and Mother Brown put the things on the table.
"Now where are your potatoes, Uncle Tad?" she asked.
"Here they are!" cried the old soldier, as he went to the campfire. He raked away the ashes and embers with a stick, and on a platter, made from a large piece of bark, off a tree, the old soldier poked out a number of round, black, smoking things.
"Why—why!" exclaimed Sue, in surprise. "I thought you baked potatoes, Uncle Tad!"
