He and Sue did not have long to wait. Soon along came the old carpenter
and Mr. Reinberg.

"Dear me! I didn't know I'd locked Bunny and Sue in," said Mr. Foswick,
as he opened the front door, unlocking it with a big key. "I thought it
was some of those pesky boys. They run in when I have the door open, and
when I'm away in the back part of the shop, and busy, they scatter the
shavings and sawdust all about.

"They came in once this afternoon," said Mr. Foswick, "and I made up my
mind if they did it again I'd teach 'em a lesson. So I locked my back
door, and I went into the alley near my front door. I knew all the
windows were nailed shut.

"Then, when I was in the alley, I heard somebody run into my shop, and,
quick as I could, I ran out, pulled the door shut, and locked 'em in. I
supposed it was some of those pesky boys, and I was going to keep 'em
locked up until I could go get their fathers and tell 'em how they
pester me. I didn't have a notion, Bunny, that it was you and Sue, or
I'd never have done such a thing--never!"

Mr. Brown often hired Mr. Foswick to do carpentry, and the rather
crabbed and cross old man did not want to offend a good customer.

"I'm very sorry about this thing I did, Bunny and Sue," went on Mr.
Foswick. "I'd no idea it was you I'd locked up. I supposed it was those
pesky boys. Both doors were locked--I made sure of that--and the windows
were nailed shut. I keep 'em shut so nobody can get in at night."

"Bunny tried to open one of the windows with a hammer," said Sue.

"And I--I guess I broke it--I mean the window," said Bunny. "I didn't
mean to."

"Oh, broke a window, did you?" exclaimed Mr. Foswick, and he seemed
surprised.

"If they hadn't broken the glass I might not have heard them calling,"
said the drygoods merchant.

"Oh, well, I guess you couldn't help it; and a broken window won't cost
much to fix," said the old carpenter. "I'm sorry you had all that
trouble, and I'm glad you're neither of you cut. Tell your pa and ma I'm
real sorry."

"We will," promised Bunny.

And then, after Bunny and Sue had started home on the run, for it was
getting late and toward supper time, Sue suddenly thought of something.
She turned back.

"Oh, Bunny!" she cried. "We forgot to ask Mr. Foswick about the dog!"

"So we did! The dog that has mother's pocketbook. Maybe he saw him run
out of the carpenter shop, and noticed which way he went. Let's go back
and ask him."

Back they turn