n Sue. "Let's go and look, Daddy!"

This was just what Mr. Brown wanted to do--to see what happened to
Bunny, who had turned the corner running after the strange dog. So,
taking a firmer hold of Sue's hand, daddy started to run. When they
turned the corner they could see the chubby legs of Bunny working to and
fro as he ran along some distance ahead of them. Ahead of him the big,
yellow dog was also racing along and Bunny could be heard calling:

"Stop! Hold on there! Come back with my mother's pocketbook and her
diamond ring!"

Several persons in the street were attracted by the shouts of the boy
and his race after the dog.

"There'll be more excitement here in a little while than I want,"
thought Mr. Brown. "People will think there has been a theft, and they
will join in the chase. Then the dog may get excited and bite some one.
I must catch Bunny and stop him from shouting."

Now Sue could not, of course, run as fast as could her father, and,
though her legs worked to and fro in her very best style, Bunny was
getting far ahead of them.

"I'll have to pick you up and carry you, Sue," said her father. And,
stooping, he caught her up in his arms. It was easier for him to run
fast this way, and he knew he would soon catch up to Bunny. As for the
small boy, he was still chasing the dog. And the dog seemed to know he
was being chased, for he ran on, looking back now and then, but never
stopping.

"What's the matter, Mr. Brown?" asked a man who knew the fish dealer, as
he saw Sue's father hurrying down the street, carrying her and racing
after Bunny. "Has anything happened?"

"Oh, not much," was the answer. "My boy is trying to catch that strange
dog, and I don't want him to--the dog might bite him."

"That's so," said the man.

"Stop, Bunny! Stop!" cried Mr. Brown, getting within calling distance of
his little son. "Don't run after the dog any more!"

"But I want to get mother's pocketbook and ring," Sue's brother
answered, as he slowed up and looked back.

"That dog hasn't it," went on Mr. Brown. "He has nothing in his mouth,
and----"

"Oh, he has something in his mouth. It's red and I can see it sticking
out!" interrupted Sue eagerly. "Maybe it's mother's pocketbook, Bunny."

"It's his tongue!" declared Bunny. "It's the dog's red tongue you see.
Mother's pocketbook was black."

"Well, this dog hasn't it, at any rate," went on Mr. Brown with a smile,
as he put Sue down on the sidewalk beside Bunny, with