"I think so. The folks around here used to have a county fair in a tent,
and we might get that. We could charge money, too, if we gave a good
show."

"That would be nice," said Ben, with a laugh. "I'd like to earn some
money."

That night after supper, when Bunny and Sue were getting ready for bed,
after having talked the circus all over again, they heard their
grandfather saying to Daddy Brown:

"I can't make out what sort of boy that Ben Hall is."

"Why, isn't he a good boy?" asked Bunny's father.

"Oh, yes, he's a very good boy. I wouldn't ask a better. He does his
work on the farm here very well. But there is something strange about
him. He has some secret, and I can't find out what it is."

That was all Bunny heard. Sue did not stop to listen to that much. But
Bunny wondered, as he was falling asleep, what Ben's secret was. It was
some time before he found out.

"What are we going to do to-day, Bunny?" asked Sue, as she and her
brother went outdoors, after breakfast next morning.

Bunny did not answer at first. He walked slowly down to the edge of the
little pond where the ducks swam, and there he saw an old barn door
that had been laid down so Grandma Brown would not have to step in a wet
and muddy place when it rained.