ed Mr. Gordon.

"They--they went on ahead," explained Bunny.

"Oh, well, if they're with you I guess it's all right," the grocer said.

Of course Mr. and Mrs. Brown were not with Bunny and Sue, and their
parents didn't even know that the children were out of their beds. But
Mr. Gordon thought Bunny and Sue were all right, for he hurried on,
calling back over his shoulder:

"I don't know where the fire is. I think it must be a mistake, for I
don't see any bright light. Good-night, Bunny and Sue!"

"Good-night!" called the children, and they followed on behind Mr.
Gordon.

Now they were in front of the church. Before it was quite a crowd of
people, but Bunny and Sue seemed to be the only children. At first no
one noticed them. Everyone was anxious to know what the ringing of the
bell meant.

"Where's the fire?"

"Who rang the alarm?"

"Why didn't they ring the fire bell instead of the church bell?"

"Who's ringing it, anyhow?"

"And what a funny way to ring it!"

Those were some of the remarks and questions Bunny and Sue heard, as
they stood in front of the church.

"Ding-dong!" the bell kept on ringing. "Ding-dong!"

"Well, there's one thing sure," said Mr. Gordon. "There isn't any fire
around here, or we'd see it."

"Then someone must be ringing the bell for fun," suggested another
voice.

"That's daddy," whispered Sue to Bunny.

"Hush!" Bunny said, as he moved around behind Mr. Gordon. He did not
want his father or his mother to see him just yet--not until he had
found out what made the bell ring.

"It must be some boys doing it just for fun," said another man.

"Then we ought to get the police after them!" exclaimed someone else.
"The idea of waking folks up at this hour of the night by ringing a
church bell! They ought to be spanked!"

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" went the bell again. Everyone looked up at the
church steeple, trying to see who was ringing the bell. There was no
fire--everyone was sure of that.

Then, all at once a man cried:

"There he is! I see him! There's the boy who has been ringing the
bell!"

He pointed up to the steeple. Climbing out of one of the little windows,
near the top, could be seen something small and black.

"It's a boy--a little boy!" cried Mr. Gordon.

"Oh, he'll fall!" gasped Mrs. Brown. "The poor little fellow! How will
he ever get down?"

Indeed he was very high above the ground. But he did not seem to be
afraid.

"Little tyke!" said a man. "He o