A little later, Bunny and Sue, now nice and clean, were sitting on the
side porch. It was almost time for supper.

"Bunny," asked Sue, "did it hurt when you were playin' you were a circus
man only you weren't?"

"No, it didn't exactly _hurt_," he said slowly. "But it felt funny. Did
I really look like a circus man, Sue?"

"Yep. Just like one. Only, of course, you didn't have any nice pink suit
on, with spangles and silver and gold."

"Oh, no, of course not," agreed Bunny. "But did I swing by my feet?"

"Yes, Bunny, you did."

For a moment the little chap said nothing. Then he cried out:

"Oh, Sue! I know what let's do!"

"What?"

"Let's have a circus! It will be lots of fun! We'll get up a circus all
by ourselves! Will you help me make a circus?"




CHAPTER III