"Now, go ahead, Bunny Brown!" called Sue. "Let's see you make a flat
nose!"

Bunny drew his face back from the window. His little nose was quite
white where he had pressed it--white because he had kept nearly all the
blood from flowing into it. But soon his little "smeller," as sometimes
Bunny's father called his nose, began to get red again. Bunny began to
rub it.

"What you doing?" Sue wanted to know, thinking her brother might not be
playing fair in this little game.

"I'm rubbing my nose," Bunny answered.

"Yes, I know. But what for?"

"'Cause it's cold. If I'm going to make my nose flatter'n yours I have
to warm it a little. The glass is cold!"

"Yes, it is a little cold," agreed Sue. "Well, go ahead now; let's see
you flat your nose!"

Bunny took a long breath. He then pressed his nose so hard against the
glass that tears came into his eyes. But he didn't want Sue to see
them. And he wouldn't admit that he was crying, which he really wasn't
doing.

"Look at me now! Look at me!" cried Bunny, talking as though he had a
very bad cold in his head.