It's your turn now. Maybe you'll have better luck than I
had."
"Maybe there aren't any fish in this river."
"Oh, yes there are. Bunker Blue caught a lot one day. But he had worms
for bait."
However Sue did not mind fishing without any worms on the pin-hook, and
she sat down on a log, near the water and let the line dangle in it,
while Bunny walked about the island. He had never been on this one
before, though there was a larger one, farther down the river, where he
and his sister Sue had often gone on little picnics with their mother
and father.
Walking back a little way from the edge of the water, Bunny saw a place
where a tangle of vines, growing over an old stump, had made a place
like a little tent, or bower. All at once Bunny remembered a story his
mother had read to him. Back he ran to where Sue was fishing.
"Oh, Sue! Sue!" he exclaimed. "I know what we can do!"
"What?"
"We can play Robinson Crusoe!" cried Bunny.
"Is that like tag, or hide-and-go-to-seek?" the little girl wanted to
know.
"Neither one," answered her brother.
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