e's nobody here to tell!" laughed Bunny.

In a little while they were at the house of the neighbor to whom Grandma
Brown had sent them. They gave in the little note grandma had written,
and then Mrs. Wilson, to whom it was sent, after writing an answer, gave
Bunny and Sue each a cookie, and a cool glass of milk.

"Sit down in the shade, on the porch, and eat and drink," said Mrs.
Wilson. "Then you will feel better when going home."

Bunny and Sue liked the cookies and milk very much. They were just
eating the last crumbs of the cookies, and drinking the last drops of
milk, when Bunny, looking out toward the road, saw, going past, a man
with a large number of balloons, tied to strings, floating over his
head. There were red balloons, and blue ones; green, yellow, purple,
white and pink ones.

"Oh, look, Sue!" cried Bunny. "The balloons! That's just what we want
for our circus."

"What do we want of balloons?" asked the little girl.

"I mean we ought to have somebody sell them outside the tents," Bunny
went on. "It won't look like a real circus without toy balloons."

"That's so," agreed Sue. "But how can we get 'em?"

"We'll ask the balloon man," said Bunny. He was not a bit bashful about
speaking to strangers.

Setting down his empty milk glass, Bunny ran down the front path toward
the road, where the balloon man was walking along through the dust. Sue
ran after her brother.

"Hey! Hi there!" called Bunny.

The man stopped and turned around. Seeing the two children, he smiled.

"You wanta de balloon?" he asked, for he was an Italian, just like the
one who had a hand organ, and whose monkey ran away, as I have told you
in the book before this one.

"We want lots of balloons," said Bunny.

"Oh, sure!" said the man, smiling more than ever.

"We want all the balloons for our circus," Bunny explained.

"Circus? Circus?" repeated the balloon man, and he did not seem to know
what Bunny meant. "What is circus?" he asked.

"We're going to have a circus," Bunny explained. "My sister Sue says we
must have toy balloons. You come to our circus and you can sell a lot.
You know--a show in a tent."

"Oh, sure! I know!" The Italian smiled again. He had often sold balloons
at fairs and circuses. "Where your circus?" he asked.

"Come on, we'll show you," promised Bunny. Then he and Sue started back
toward Grandpa Brown's house, followed by the man with the balloons
floating over his head--red balloons, green, blue,