Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue in the Sunny South | Page 7

that when the Brown home was almost reached the bleeding had nearly stopped. Sue, who had been very much frightened at first, was growing calmer, and Bunny was feeling better. As they neared their house they saw their father coming home from his work at the boat and fish dock.
"There's my father," Bunny said.
"Oh, then you'll be all right," remarked Jack. "I'll skip back then, for I've got to go to the store for my mother."
Mr. Brown stood at the gate waiting for his two children, who came along dragging their sleds.
"Why, Bunny! what's the matter?" asked Mr. Brown, when he saw the blood on his son's face.
"He played bob; and didn't you tell him not to?" broke out Sue. "An' the bob busted and he got bumped into and he was run over and he was under a drift and he crawled through the cellar window an' Uncle Tad couldn't find him an'--an'--everything!" gasped Sue, now quite out of breath.
"My, you're telling all the bad news at once!" laughed her father, for he saw that Bunny was not seriously hurt and he knew that sometimes accidents will happen on coasting hills.
Mr. Brown had a box under his arm. It was a box that had come through the mail, as Bunny and Sue could see by the stamps. It looked very interesting and mysterious, this box did, and the children regarded it curiously as they walked up the path to the front door of the house with their father.
"Didn't you tell Bunny never to make a bob?" asked Sue, as Daddy Brown took his key from his pocket to open the door.
"I don't know that I did," was the answer. "Still if it is dangerous to make bobs I wish neither you nor Bunny to do it."
"Oh, it's lots of fun," Bunny said. "And my nose doesn't hurt much now. What's in the box, Daddy?" he asked.
"I'll show you in a minute," Mr. Brown promised. "It is something very nice."
"Candy?" cried Sue, who had more than one "sweet tooth," I think.
"No, not candy," her father teased. "You'll soon see."
He went into the house with the children, and as soon as Mrs. Brown saw Bunny she knew what had happened; at least she knew his nose had bled.
"Did you have a tumble?" she asked.
"He was in a bob and it broke and he was run over!" cried Sue, who seemed anxious to do all the telling.
"Well, I'm glad it was no worse," said Mother Brown. "What's this?" she asked, as her husband handed her the box. "For me?"
"Yes," he answered. "Orange blossoms."
"Orange blossoms! How lovely!" cried the children's mother. "Where from?"
"Florida. Mr. Halliday sent them. He's down there on an orange farm, and I may have to go down myself."
"Down where?" cried Bunny.
"South," answered his father.
"To Florida where the orange blossoms grow?" asked Sue eagerly, as her mother was opening the box.
"Well, we may get to Florida. But first I shall have to go to Georgia," answered Mr. Brown.
"Oh, take us!" cried Bunny and Sue. "Please take us!"
"We'll see," said Mr. Brown, with a look at his wife. "We'll talk it over after supper. Let's look at the orange blossoms now."
While Mother Brown was opening the box there came a noise at the side door as though some one were trying to break it open by pounding on it.
CHAPTER IV
A RUNAWAY
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, who were standing on their tiptoes to look at the orange blossoms in the box, turned quickly and glanced at the door as the pounding sounded again.
"I wonder who that can be," said Mother Brown, pausing with the box cover in her hand.
"I'll go and see," offered Mr. Brown. "It's queer they didn't go to the front door."
"Maybe it's somebody from the post-office come to take our orange blossoms away," suggested Bunny.
"What would they do that for?" Sue wanted to know.
"'Cause," answered Bunny, "maybe the orange blossoms came to the wrong place and have to go to somebody else, like that letter one day." He was speaking of a time when the letter carrier left a wrong missive at Mr. Brown's home, and came later to get it.
"Oh, these are daddy's orange blossoms all right!" said Mrs. Brown, as she looked at the address on the box. "They came to him at his office on the dock."
"Then who can it be?" asked Bunny, as the knock sounded again.
There came the sound of a bark as Mr. Brown opened the door, and next the children heard their father exclaim:
"Well, you poor half-frozen fellow! Come in and get warm! Go on away, dog!" exclaimed Mr. Brown. "Let Wango alone!"
"Oh, it's Wango!" cried Sue, running to the door.
"Mr. Winkler's monkey!" added Bunny. "Did he bring him over to play with us?"
"No, Wango seems to have come by himself,"