Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue Giving a Show | Page 3

there
was not snow enough to do more than make slides on the sidewalk, and
the little boy and girl did this for a time. They made two long slides,
and men and women coming along smiled to see the brother and sister
at play. But these same men and women were careful not to step on the
slippery slides made by Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, for they did
not want to slip and fall.
As for Bunny and Sue, they did not mind whether they fell or not. Half
the time they were tumbling down and the other half getting up again.
But they managed to do some sliding, too.

"Come on!" cried Bunny, after a bit. "There's enough now to make
snowballs!"
"Could we make a snow house, too?" asked his sister.
"No, there isn't enough for that. But we can make snowballs and throw
'em!"
"Don't throw any at me!" begged Sue. "'Cause if you did, an' the snow
went down my neck, it would melt and I'd get wet an' then I couldn't go
to the show an' you'd be sorry!"
This was rather a long sentence for Sue, and she was a bit out of breath
when she had finished.
"No, I won't throw any snowballs at you," promised Bunny.
"Oh, here come Harry Bentley and Charlie Star!" exclaimed Sue.
"I'll throw snowballs at them!" decided Bunny. "Hi!" he called to two
of his boy chums. "Let's throw snowballs!"
"We're with you!" answered Charlie.
"I'm not going to play snowball fight," decided Sue. "I see Mary
Watson and Sadie West. I'm going to play with them."
So she trotted off to make little snow dolls with her girl friends, while
Bunny, with Charlie and Harry, threw soft snowballs at one another.
The children were having such fun that it seemed only a few minutes
since breakfast when Mrs. Brown called:
"Bunny! Sue! Come in and get washed for lunch. And you have to get
dressed if you're going to the play!"
"Oh, we're going, sure!" exclaimed Bunny. "Are you?" he asked
Charlie and Harry.
"Yes," they replied, and when Sue ran toward her house with Bunny

she told her brother that Sadie and Mary were also going to the play
that afternoon in the town Opera House.
"Oh, we'll have a lot of fun!" cried Bunny. "Will it be a funny play?" he
asked Uncle Tad, who had promised to take the two children.
"Well, I guess it'll be funny for you two youngsters," was the answer of
the old soldier. "But I guess it isn't much of a theatrical company that
would come to Bellemere to give a show so near the beginning of
winter. But it will be all right for boys and girls."
"It's a show for the benefit of our Red Cross Chapter," said Mrs. Brown.
"That's why I asked you to take the children, Uncle Tad. I have to be
with the other ladies of the committee, to help take tickets and look
after things."
"Oh, I'll look after Bunny and Sue!" exclaimed Uncle Tad. "I'll see that
they have a good time!"
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were so excited because of the first
snow storm and because of thinking of the play they were to see, that
they could hardly dress. But at last they were ready, and they set off in
the family automobile, which Uncle Tad drove. Mrs. Brown went along
also, but Mr. Brown had to stay at the office. The office was at the dock
where he owned a fish and boat business.
It was still snowing, and the ground was now quite white, when the
automobile drew up at the Opera House, which was where all sorts of
shows and entertainments were given in Bellemere, the home of the
Brown family.
"We can have a lot more fun in the snow to-morrow!" whispered Sue,
as she and her brother passed in, Uncle Tad handing the tickets to Mrs.
Gordon, who smiled at them. She was one of the committee of ladies
who, like Mrs. Brown, were helping with the entertainment. There were
to be speeches by some of the men of Bellemere, but what would be
more enjoyable to the young folks was the performance of a number of
vaudeville actors and actresses, said to come all the way from New

York.
"There's a jiggler who holds a cannon ball on his neck," whispered
Charlie Star to Bunny, when the Brown children had found their seats,
which were near those of some of their friends.
"He means a juggler," said George Watson.
"Yes, that's it--a juggler," agreed Charlie.
"And there are a little boy and girl who do tricks and sing," added Mary
Watson. "I saw their pictures."
"Oh, it'll be lovely!" sighed