loudly that Sue awakened on the back of the hermit, and began to cry.
"I want to go home!" she sobbed. "I want my mamma!"
"I'll get her as soon as I can," said the old man. "Don't cry little girl. The thunder is only a big noise, like Fourth of July, and the lightning is only a great big firefly—that is make-believe you know."
"Oh, yes, let's pretend that way!" cried Bunny, for he was not as frightened at the storm as was Sue.
She stopped crying. Sue always liked anything make-believe, even if it had to do with thunder and lightning.
"And will you get a carriage and ride me and Bunny home?" she asked.
"Yes," answered the hermit.
"All right. Then I won't be 'fraid."
Once more she cuddled her head down on the hermit's shoulder. In a little while they were back at his cabin. The aged man went in, and lighted a lamp, for it was quite dark. It was now raining hard, and the stormy wind was blowing the tree branches all about.
