"Oh, the poor woman!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "She must be in trouble.
They have only just moved here. I'd better go over and see if I can
help her"; and Mrs. Brown laid down her sewing.

"I guess it must be about their boy Fred," suggested Bunny.

"What happened to him?" asked Mrs. Brown. "Was he hurt at school? He
goes to school, doesn't he?"

"Yes, but he wasn't there to-day," went on Bunny. "And it's Fred who's
in trouble I guess, for I heard his mother speak his name, and then Mr.
Ward said something else."

"Oh, dear, I hope nothing has happened," said Mrs. Brown, looking up at
the clock to see if it were not time for her husband to come home from
his boat and fishing pier. "We must do what we can to help, Bunny. Now
tell me all about it. Not that I want to interfere with my neighbors'
affairs, but I always like to help."

"And I think Mrs. Ward needs some help," said Sue, "'cause she was
crying real hard."

"Then I'll go right over and see what is the matter," said kind Mrs.
Brown.

"Oh, and may we go too?" asked Bunny.

"Please let us," begged Sue.