"And when we get through playing I can wash the
mud off my face and hands."
"Yes," said Bunny. "Now I'll go over to my cave--we'll call the place
where the vines grow over the stump a cave," he went on, "and I'll be
there just like Robinson Crusoe Was in the cave on his island. Then I'll
come out and find you, all blacked up with mud, and I'll call you
Friday."
Sue clapped her hands in delight, and, when Bunny went off to the cave,
which, he remembered, was the sort of place where the real Robinson
Crusoe lived, in the story book, Sue found a place where there was some
soft, black mud.
Very carefully, so as not to soil her dress, the little girl blackened
her hands and face, rubbing on the dirt as well as she could.
"Bunny! Bunny!" she called after a bit.
"Well, what is it?" asked her brother, as he was sitting in his make-
believe cave.
"Come and look at me," said Sue, "and see if I'm black enough to be
Friday."
Bunny came and looked.
"You need a little more mud around behind your ears," he said. "I'll put
it on for you," and he did so.
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