rawl out----"

"And get all cut on the glass? I guess not!" cried Sue. "Oh, Bunny!" she
suddenly exclaimed. "Look! There goes Mr. Reinberg, who keeps the
drygoods store. Call to him through the broken window, and he'll get us
out!"

Through the window, which he had broken with the hammer, Bunny had a
glimpse of the street. As Sue had said, the drygoods merchant was just
then passing.

"Hi!" suddenly called Bunny. "Let us out, please! Help us out, Mr.
Reinberg!"

The merchant looked up, down, and sideways. He could not at first tell
where the voice was coming from.

"Who are you and where are you?" he demanded.

"I'm Bunny Brown, and my sister Sue is with me," came the answer from
the little boy. "And we're locked in Mr. Foswick's carpenter shop."

"Oh, now I see you!" said the drygoods store man, glancing toward Bunny,
who could be seen through the window. "So you're locked in, are you? How
did it happen?"

"Mr. Foswick locked us in," said Bunny.

"He did! What for?"

"Oh, I guess he thought we were bad boys. But Sue isn't a boy; she's a
girl," explained Bunny. "If you could only open a door, or pull the
nails out of one of the windows, we could get out. I was trying to pull
out a nail and I broke the glass."

"Well, I don't believe I can get you out either way," said Mr. Reinberg,
and Bunny and Sue felt much disappointed. "I haven't a key to the door,
and I can't reach in and pull out the nails," went on the drygoods
merchant, as he came down the side alley and talked to Bunny through the
hole in the glass.

"But I'll go over to Mr. Foswick's house, which isn't far away, and get
him to come and let you out," went on Mr. Reinberg. "I'll go right away,
Bunny. Don't be afraid."

"Thank you; we're not," Bunny answered, as cheerfully as he could.

After the man had gone away it seemed more lonely in the old carpenter
shop than ever to Bunny Brown and his sister Sue. They walked away from
the window and Sue sat down on a bench.

"Do you suppose he'll be long?" she asked.

"Maybe not--Mr. Foswick doesn't live far."

To amuse himself and his sister Bunny picked up a handful of nails and
laid out a long railroad track. Then he got a big bolt and pretended
that was a locomotive and shoved it along the track.

"Where does the train run to?" asked the little girl.

"New York, Chicago and--and Camp Rest-A-While," said Bunny--the last
name being that of a place where they had once had a delightful
vacation.