might happen to the circus tents.

"If they wash away down the brook, we can't have any show," he thought.
"But maybe it won't happen."

Bunny roused up a little later, when some one came into the farmhouse.
The little boy thought it was Bunker and Ben, but he was too sleepy to
get up and ask. He heard some one, that sounded like his grandpa, ask:

"Did they wash away?"

Then Bunker's voice answered:

"Yes, they both washed away. It's a regular flood down in the meadow.
Everything is spoiled!"

"I wonder--I wonder if he means the circus?" thought Bunny, but he was
too sleepy to do anything more, just then, than wonder.

In the morning, however, when the storm had passed, Bunny Brown and his
sister Sue heard some bad news. After breakfast Bunker and Ben came in
and Bunker said:

"Well, little folks, I guess we can't have any circus!"

"No circus!" cried Bunny, and he was so surprised that he dropped his
fork with a clatter on his plate, waking up Splash, the big dog, who was
asleep in one corner of the room.

"Why can't we have a circus?" asked Sue. She and Bunny had almost
forgotten about the storm the night before.

"We can't have a circus," explained Bunker, "because both our tents were
washed away during the night. The brook, that is generally so small that
you can wade across it, was so filled with rain water that it was almost
turned into a river. It flooded the meadow, the water washed out the
tent poles and pegs, and down the tents fell, flat. Then the water rose
higher and washed them away."

"Where did it wash them?" asked Bunny.

"Oh, away down toward the river, I guess. I'm afraid we'll never get 'em
back."

"It's too bad," said Ben. "Just when we were all ready for the nice
circus. But, Bunker, we won't give up yet. We'll look for those tents,
and maybe we can put them up again."

"Well, maybe we can do it," said the red-haired boy. "But I'm afraid
everything is spoiled."

"We'll help you look for the tents," said Bunny. "Won't we, Sue?"

"If--if the water isn't too deep," said Sue. She was always afraid of
deep water, though she, like Bunny, was learning to swim.

"Oh, the water isn't deep now," Bunker assured her. "It was a regular
flood in the night when Ben and I went out to look at it, but it has all
gone down now, since the rain stopped."

"Was it deep when you were out last night?" Bunny wanted to know.

"It surely was," answered Bunker. "It was almost over our boots. We
cou