"Look out!" suddenly cried Bunny. "Here I come!"

And down he did come. Plump! Right on the pile of hay Sue had made for
him. And it was a good thing the hay was there, or Bunny might have hurt
his legs by his tumble. He did not try to turn a somersault as Ben did,
the time he fell. Bunny was glad enough just to fall down straight.

"Oh, Bunny! Bunny! Did you hurt yourself?" cried Sue, as she saw her
brother sit down in the pile of hay.

Bunny did not answer for a minute. He looked all around, as though he
did not know exactly what had happened. Then he glanced up at the ladder
to which he had clung.

"That--that was a big fall," he said slowly. "I--I'm glad the hay was
there, Sue. I'm glad you put it under me."

"So'm I glad," declared Sue. "I guess you won't want to be in a circus,
will you, Bunny?"

"Sure I will. Men fall in circuses, only they fall in nets. But hay is
better than a net, 'cept that it tickles you," and Bunny took from his
neck some pieces of dried grass that made him wiggle, and "squiggle," as
Sue called it.

"Hello! What happened here?" asked a voice, and the children looked up
to see, standing in the door of the barn, Grandpa Brown. "What
happened?" asked the farmer. "Did you fall, Bunny?"

I think he must have guessed that, from seeing the way Bunny was sitting