ter if I don't have this," agreed Bunny.
"Hold on, Sue, I'm going to get off."

"All right, I'm ready," his sister answered. You know if you get off a
seesaw without telling the boy or girl on the other end what you are
going to do, somebody is going to be bumped hard. Bunny Brown didn't
want that.

Sue put her fat, chubby little legs down on the ground and held herself
up, while Bunny ran across the grass and laid the pocketbook on the
bench. I suppose I had better call it, as Mrs. Brown did, a pocketbook,
and then we shall not get mixed up. But, as I said before, you couldn't
really put it in a pocket.

"Seesaw, Margery Daw!" sang Sue, as Bunny came back to play with her.
"Now we'll have some fun!"

And the children did. Up and down they went on the board their father
had sent up from his boat dock for them to play with. He had also sent
up the sawhorse. A sawhorse, you know, is made of wood, and, though it
has legs, it can't run. It's just a sort of thin bench, and a seesaw
board can easily be put across it.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were gaily swaying up and down on the
seesaw, and, for the time, they had forgotten all about the fact that
their mother had sent them to the store to pay a bill, and also to get
some groceries. They had not meant to stay so long, but you know how it
is when you get to seesawing.

"It's just the finest fun ever!" cried Sue.

"I'm sorry for boys and girls that ain't got any seesaws," said her
brother.

"Oh, I guess a lot of boys and girls have 'em, Bunny. Daddy said so,
once."

"Did he? I didn't hear him."

Up and down, up and down went the children, laughing and having a
splendid time. Sue felt so happy she began to sing a little song and
Bunny joined in. It was the old ditty of the Cow that Jumped Over the
Moon.

"We'd better go now, Sue!" called Bunny, after a while. "We can seesaw
when we get back."

"Oh, just five more times up and down!" pleaded the little girl, shaking
her curls and fairly laughing out of her eyes. "Just five more!"

"All right!" agreed Bunny. "Just five--that's all!"

Again the board swayed up and down, and when Sue was just sorrowfully
counting the last of the five, shouting and laughter were heard in the
street in front of the Brown house.

"Oh, there's Mary Watson and Sadie West!" cried Sue.

"Yes, and Charlie Star and Harry Bentley!" added Bunny. "Come on in and
have a lot of fun!" he called, as two boys and two girls came past the