I know what they are for. You're going to put some other pieces of wood on the end of these sticks, Bunker, and make croquet mallets of them so we can have a game!"
"Is that it?" asked Bunny. "Is it for croquet?"
"No, that isn't what they're for," answered Bunker, smiling.
"Anyhow," went on Bunny Brown, "we couldn't play croquet in the woods here, 'cause we haven't any croquet balls."
"Oh, we might use round stones, mightn't we, Bunker?" Sue asked.
"Yes, we might," replied Bunker slowly, as he laid down one sharp-pointed stick and began whittling another. "We might, but that isn't the secret."
"Now, it's my turn to guess!" said Bunny. "You had a turn, Sue."
"Well, what do you say it is?" asked Bunker. "Go on, Bunny."
Bunny thought for about half a minute.
"Are you going to make a trap to catch something?" the little boy asked. Ever since he had come to Camp Rest-a-While he had
