ly run away with the pocketbook?"

"Yes, he really did," said Bunny.

"And he run into the carpenter shop, and we ran after him, and Mr.
Foswick locked us in, and he was sorry, and Bunny broke a window, and he
was sorry, too," explained Sue, almost in one long breath.

"Well, that's quite a story," said Mr. Brown. "Let's hear it all over
again."

So Bunny and Sue told all that had happened, from the time they had been
teetering until they were let out of the carpenter shop after Mr.
Reinberg had heard them calling through the broken window.

"Oh, what shall I do?" asked Mrs. Brown once more, when the story was
finished.

"There is only one thing to do," said Mr. Brown. "I'll go back to the
carpenter shop, and Mr. Foswick and I will look for the pocketbook. The
dog probably dropped it among the shavings."

"Let us come, too," said Bunny. "We can show you where the dog ran in
the front door that was open."

"I think I can see that place all right myself," answered Mr. Brown.
"You children get your supper. I'll be back in a little while."

It was not a very joyful supper for Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.
Every once in a while they would see tears in their mother's eyes, and
they could not help but feel it was partly their fault that the diamond
ring was lost.

For if Bunny and Sue had gone to the store as soon as their mother had
told them to go, and had not stopped to play on the seesaw, and had not
put the pocketbook down on the bench where the dog so easily reached it,
all this trouble would not have come upon their mother.

Mrs. Brown must have known that Bunny and Sue were thinking this, for
she very kindly said to them:

"Now, don't worry, my dears. Perhaps daddy will find the pocketbook, and
the money and ring safely in it. I know you wanted to play, and that is
why you did not go to the store at once. But never mind. Mother should
not have left the ring in the pocketbook. It is largely mother's own
fault. Anyway, daddy will come back with the ring."

But Daddy Brown did not. Bunny and Sue had finished their supper, Mrs.
Brown taking only a cup of tea, when their father came in. It needed
only a look at his face to show that he had found nothing.

"Wasn't it there?" his wife asked, as he sat up to the table, though, to
tell the truth, he did not feel much like eating. He felt bad because
his wife was so unhappy about her lost diamond ring.

"Mr. Foswick and I searched the carpenter shop as well a