Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue Giving a Show | Page 8

Sue, for when her mother said: "I'll see about it," it
generally meant that something would happen. But of course giving a
show was different, even though Bunny and Sue had once held a circus.
You may read about that in the book of which I have spoken.
"Well, trot along to bed now, my dears," said Mrs. Brown. "We ladies
have business to attend to. We'll talk about your show to-morrow."
"It's going to be a fine one," declared Bunny. "I'm going to learn how to
do some back somersaults like that boy's on the stage."
"Well, be careful you don't get hurt," begged Mrs. West.
"Cute little dears, aren't they," said Mrs. Bentley, as Bunny and his
sister Sue went out of the room.
"I should think they would keep you busy trying to guess what they
will do next, Mrs. Brown," remarked Mrs. Star.
"They do," sighed the mother of Bunny Brown and his sister Sue. But
she smiled as she sighed, for her little boy and girl never made her any
real trouble.
"Do you think they really will give a show?" asked Mrs. Bentley.
"You never can tell," was Mrs. Brown's answer. "We didn't think they'd
actually give a circus performance, but they did. However, a show in a
real theater is quite different, and I hardly believe Bunny and Sue will
go on with the idea."
But Bunny and Sue did--at least they started talking it over the first
thing next day, and when school was over quite a gathering of boys and
girls assembled in a room over the Brown garage.
"Now, girls and fellows," said Bunny, as he stood in front of the crowd
of his playmates, who were seated on old boxes, broken chairs, and
other things stored away in the garage, "we're going to get up a show to
make money for the Red Cross."

"Do you mean a make-believe show, and charge five pins to come in?"
asked Harry Bentley.
"No, I mean a real show, like in a theater, and charge real money,"
went on Bunny. "Pins aren't any good for the Red Cross. They get all
the pins they want. They need money--my mother said so. Now we
could get up a regular acting play--like that one we saw at the Opera
House. We could have some singing in it, and some jiggling and some
of us could do tricks and stand on our heads."
"Going to have any animals in it?" one boy wanted to know.
"Yes, we could," answered Bunny. "They have animals on the stage
just like in a circus, only it's different, of course. We could have our
dog and cat in it."
"I've got a goat!" cried another boy. "He butts you with his horns, only
maybe I could cure him of that."
"We could use Toby, our Shetland pony," added Sue. "He eats sugar
out of my hand."
"And we could have my trained white mice," said Charlie Star.
"If you have mice in it I'm not going to play!" exclaimed Sadie West. "I
don't like mice at all!"
"Neither do I!" added Jennie Harris.
"Well, we could get Mr. Jed Winkler's parrot, maybe," suggested
Bunny.
"And his monkey!" some one added.
"Oh, yes!" cried all the children.
Suddenly the door of the room opened and in burst Tom Milton.
"Say!" he cried, "Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey is loose in Mr. Raymond's

hardware store, and you ought to see the place! Come on! Mr. Jed
Winkler's monkey is loose again!" and he jumped up and down he was
so excited.
CHAPTER IV
THE CLIMBING BOY
Tom Milton had been invited by Bunny Brown to come to the meeting
in the room over the garage and talk about the play which Bunny and
his sister wanted to give. But, for some reason or other, Tom had not
come with the other children. Many, including Bunny, had wondered
what kept Tom away, but now, when Tom rushed in with the news that
Mr. Jed Winkler's monkey was loose, none of the children thought of
anything but the long-tailed animal with his funny, wrinkled face.
"How'd he get loose?" asked Bunny Brown, as he jumped down off a
box on which he had been standing.
"Did he hurt any one?" asked Sue.
"Is he smashing everything in Mr. Raymond's store?" Charlie Star
wanted to know.
"I should say so! You ought to see!" cried Tom. "I was coming past on
my way here when I heard a lot of yells and saw a big crowd in front of
the store. I looked in, and the monkey was banging a frying pan on a
coffee grinder and making a big racket. Mr. Raymond was trying to get
him down off a high shelf, but Wango wouldn't come.