"Our house isn't here," said Sue, sadly, and she cried a few tears.
"No, it isn't here," answered Bunny. "We'll go back and find another
path."
Back they went. But the next path they tried was no better than the
first one. It came to an end in a swamp, in which, on logs, were a
number of big frogs and turtles, that jumped, or fell in, with much
spattering of water as the children and the dog came near.
"I--I'm never going to take a trolley ride again," Sue said, as she and
Bunny turned back.
"I'm not, either," her brother agreed. "But if we had kept on to Uncle
Henry's we'd have been all right. It was Splash's fault that we had to
come back."
The dog barked, as he heard his name spoken. And then Sue suddenly
thought of something.
"Oh, Bunny!" she exclaimed, "if Splash knew the way home he could take
us. Maybe he does. Mother read to us about a dog that found his way home
from a long way off. Splash, can you take us home?" she asked, patting
the big dog on the head.
Splash barked, and started off on a path which the children had not yet
tried.
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