"We don't grow any corn in our camp."
"Oh, we can get some roasting ears from almost any of the farmers around
here," said Tom. "But we don't want to make the fire until night. It
looks prettier then."
"That's what I say," cried Sue. "And if you wait until night I'll make
some muffins to eat with the roast corn. Mother is going to show me
how."
"Well, don't put any chow-chow mince-meat in your muffins," begged Bunny
with a laugh.
"I won't," promised Sue. "But can't we do something while we're waiting
for night to come so we can roast the corn?"
"Will you put up the swing you promised to make for us, Tom?" asked
Bunny.
"Yes, if you have the rope."
"We can row across the lake in the boat to the store at the landing, and
get the rope there," said Bunny. "I'll ask my mother."
Mrs. Brown gave permission and Tom was soon making a swing, hanging it
down from a high branch of a strong oak tree. Then Bunny and Sue took
turns swinging, while Tom pushed.
After dinner they decided it was time to go for the roasting ears, and
again they were in the boat, as it was nearer to the farmer's house
across the water than by going the winding road.
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