he's awful nice. Grandma Brown is nice, too, and she gives us cookies and milk. Can you give us cookies and milk, Mr. Hermit?"
"Well, I can give you some milk," answered the old man of the woods. "But I have no cookies. I have bread, though."
"Bread and milk is good," said Bunny with a sigh. He was hungry enough to be glad of even some bread, without the milk. But he was glad the hermit had milk.
"Where is your house?" asked Sue.
"It isn't what you would call a house," said the old man. "It is a sort of log cabin. I built most of it myself. But it is over there through the trees," and he pointed behind him.
"I can't see it," said Sue, standing up and looking through the trees.
"It's there just the same," and the hermit smiled again.
"Please take us there, give us some bread and milk, and then take us to Grandpa Brown's house," said Sue. "We're staying there, and so is our papa and mamma."
"And so is Bunker Blue," put in Bunny. "Do you know Bunker Blue, Mr. Hermit?"
