ass of the yard. "Just one more!" and she raced
over toward a board, put across a sawhorse, swaying up and down as
though inviting children to have a seesaw.

"We can't teeter-tauter any more, Sue," objected Bunny Brown. "We have
to go to the store for mother."

"Yes, I know we have to go; but we can go after we've had another seesaw
just the same, can't we?"

Bunny Brown, who was carrying by the leather handle a black handbag his
mother had given him, looked first at his sister and then at the board
on the sawhorse, gently moving up and down in the summer breeze.

"Come on!" cried Sue again, "and this time she danced off toward the
swaying board, singing as she did so:

"Teeter-tauter
Bread and water,
First your son and
Then your daughter."

Bunny Brown stood still for a moment, looking back toward the house, out
of which he and Sue had come a little while before.

"Mother told us to go to the store," said Bunny slowly.

"Yes, and we're going. I'll go with you in a minute--just as soon as I
have a seesaw," said Sue. "And, besides, mother didn't say we were _not_
to. If she had told us _not_ to teeter-tauter I wouldn't do it, of
course. But she didn't, Bunny! You know she didn't!"

"No, that's so; she didn't," agreed Bunny. "Well, I'll play it with you
a little while."

"That's nice," laughed Sue. "'Cause it isn't any fun teetering and
tautering all by yourself. You stay down on the ground all the while,
lessen you jump yourself up, and then you don't stay--you just bump."

"Yes," agreed Bunny. "I've been bumped lots of times all alone."

He was getting on the end of the seesaw, opposite that on which Sue had
taken her place, when the little girl noticed that her brother still
carried the small, black bag. Mother Brown called it a pocketbook, but
it would have taken a larger pocket than she ever had to hold the bag.
It was, however, a sort of large purse, and she had given it to Bunny
Brown and his sister Sue a little while before to carry to the store.

"Put that on the bench," called Sue, when she saw that her brother had
the purse, holding it by the leather handle. "You can't teeter-tauter
and hold on with that in your hand."

There was a bench not far away from the seesaw--a bench under a shady
tree--and Mrs. Brown often sat there with the children on warm summer
afternoons and told them stories or read to them from a book.

"Yes, I guess I can teeter bet