on the trapeze. Turning yourself inside out is too hard. Bunny is not
strong enough for those tricks."

To and fro swung Bunny, but soon his arms began to get tired.

"I--I want to get down!" he called. "Stop the swing--I mean the
trapeze," for the trapeze was very much like a swing, as I have told
you, only, instead of a board, it had only a stick to which the little
boy was holding by his hands. "I want to get down," Bunny called. "Stop
me, Bunker."

"Let go and jump," advised Ben.

"Oh, I--I'm afraid," said Bunny.

"You won't get hurt!" exclaimed the older boy. "You must learn to jump
from the trapeze into the soft hay. That's what they do in a circus.
Jump while you're swinging. You won't get hurt."

"Are you sure, Ben?"

"Sure. Give a jump now, and see what happens."

Bunny wanted to do some of the things he had seen the circus men do, and
one of them was jumping from the trapeze. The little boy looked down at
the pile of hay below him. It seemed nice and soft, but it also looked
to be a good distance off.

"Come on, Bunny, jump!" called Bunker.