Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Aunt Lus City Home | Page 8

mother. "This is a letter from Aunt Lu. She invites us to come to her home, in New York City, to spend the fall and winter. Oh, it's just a lovely invitation from Aunt Lu!"
CHAPTER IV
ON THE GROCERY WAGON
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue began to dance up and down, and to clap their fat little hands. They always did this when they were happy over some pleasure that was coming. And surely it would be a pleasure to go to Aunt Lu's city home.
"Oh, Mother, may we go?" cried Bunny.
"Please say we can!" begged Sue.
"Why, yes, I think we'll go," smiled Mother Brown. "I have been thinking for some time of paying Aunt Lu a visit, and, now that she asks us to come, I think we will go."
"And will daddy come?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Well, he can't come and stay as long as we shall stay, perhaps," said Mrs. Brown, "but he may be with us part of the time, as he was at grandpa's farm."
"Oh, goodie! What fun we'll have! Oh, goodie! What fun we'll have!" sang Sue, dancing around, holding her doll by one arm.
"And we'll ride in street cars, and on the steam cars," said Bunny, "and I'll see a policeman and a fireman and the fire engines, and we'll have ice cream cones, and--and----"
But that was all the little boy could think of just then, and he had to stop to catch his breath, which had nearly got away from him, he had talked so fast.
"There won't be any horses to ride, and we can't see the ducks and chickens," said Sue, "like we did on grandpa's farm in the country, Bunny."
"No, but we can see lots of other things in the city. I know we'll have plenty of fun, Sue."
"Yes, I guess we will. When are we going, Mother?"
"Oh, in about a week, I think. I'll write and tell Aunt Lu we are coming."
"She hasn't lost her diamond ring again; has she?" asked Bunny.
"No, I guess not. She doesn't say anything about it, if she has," answered Mrs. Brown.
"'Cause if she had lost it we'd help her find it," the little boy went on. "Oh, Sue! aren't you glad we're going?"
"Well, I just guess I am!" said Sue, happily, singing again.
She and Bunny talked of nothing else all that day but of the visit to Aunt Lu, and at night, when they were going to bed, they made plans of what they would do when they got to Aunt Lu's city house in New York.
"You'll come; won't you, Daddy?" asked Bunny, at breakfast the next morning, just before Mr. Brown was ready to start for his office at the fish dock.
"Well, yes, I guess I'll come down when it gets so cold here that the boats can't go out in the bay on account of the ice," said daddy.
"Oh, are we going to stay until winter?" asked Sue.
"Yes, we shall stay over Christmas," her mother answered.
"Will there be a place to slide down hill?" Bunny wanted to know.
"I'm afraid not, in New York City," Mr. Brown said. "But you can have other kinds of fun, Bunny and Sue."
"Oh, I can hardly wait for the time to come!" cried Sue, as she once more danced around the room with her doll.
"Let's go out in the yard and play teeter-tauter," called Bunny. "That will make the time pass quicker, Sue."
Bunker Blue had made for the children a seesaw from a long plank put over a wooden sawhorse. When Bunny sat on one end of the plank, and Sue on the other, they went first up and then down, "teeter-tauter, bread and water," as they sang when they played this game.
Soon the brother and sister were enjoying themselves this way, talking about what fun they would have at Aunt Lu's city home. Then, all at once, Bunny jumped off the seesaw, and of course Sue came down with a bump.
"Oh, Bunny Brown!" she cried, "what did you do that for? Why didn't you tell me you were goin' to get off, an' then I could stop myself from bumpin'."
"I'm sorry," said Bunny. "I didn't know I was going to jump till I did. Did you get hurted?"
"No, but I might have. And you knocked my doll out of my lap, and maybe she's hurted."
"Oh, you can't hurt a doll!" cried Bunny. "Pooh!"
"Yes you can, too!"
"No you can't!"
The children might have gone on talking in this unpleasant way for some time, only, just then, up the side drive came Mr. Gordon's grocery wagon, with Tommie Tobin, the grocery boy, on the seat driving the horse.
"Oh, he's got things in for us!" cried Sue. "Let's go an' see what they is, Bunny. Maybe it's cookies, and we can have one. I'm hungry, and it isn't near dinner time