Bunny himself. Lumps of cotton clung to
him all over, and his clothes were covered, but he was not in the least
harmed.

"I--I was under there!" gasped the little fellow.

"You don't need to tell us that!" laughed Sam. "We can see for
ourselves. You sure have been under the cotton."

"What happened to you, Bunny?" his sister asked, happy, now that nothing
had occurred to harm her brother.

"I saw a big basket of loose cotton," he explained, "and I wanted to see
how heavy it was and to find out if I could lift it. I pushed on it, and
it fell over on top of me. Then I yelled."

"We heard you," said Grace.

"And I thought you were being pressed in a bale," added Sue.

"I'm glad I wasn't," remarked Bunny, as he noticed how very hard the
press squeezed the loose cotton.

The colored workers picked up the fluffy stuff Bunny had spilled from
the big basket, which he had pulled over on him. He had been hidden from
sight in the white mass that had toppled out on the floor.

"It was just like the time when I was under the snowdrift, only it
wasn't so cold," Bunny said, telling about his accident afterward. "And
it was awfully ticklish!"

"Better that than a cotton press," his mother said. "You must be careful
around the gin, children."

"It's all right to go to the peanut fields though, isn't it, Mother?"
asked Sue. She had been eager, ever since hearing that peanuts grew in
Georgia, to see how they clung to the ends of the vines, like little
potatoes.

"Yes, I think visiting the peanuts will be all right, if you don't eat
too many," Mrs. Brown said.

"They won't want to eat too many," said Sam Morton. "When the peanuts
come out of the ground they are raw, and they have to be roasted before
they are good to eat. They won't eat too many."

"Can't we roast some?" Sue wanted to know, and her mother promised that
this would be done.

When the children came away from Mr. Morton's cotton press and gin,
after the little happening to Bunny, the visitors could hear the darkies
singing there, as they had sung in the fields.

Most of Mr. Morton's peanut crop had been gathered, as it was almost
the close of the season, but some late vines were growing in one of the
fields, and this was visited by the children a day or so after their
arrival in Seedville.

Bunny Brown and Sue had been rather disappointed when they heard that
peanuts did not grow on trees, as did chestnuts and hickory nuts, but
they soon forgot this when