ld think she was back at grandpa's.

"Bunny, Bunny!" called Sue, after a bit.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Will you button my dress for me?"

"Is it one of the kind that buttons up the back, Sue?"

"Yes. If it buttoned in front I could do it myself. Will you help me,
just as you did once before, 'cause I'm hungry for breakfast!"

"Yep, I'll help you, Sue. Only I hope your dress isn't got a lot of
buttons on, Sue. I always get mixed up when you make me button that
kind, for I have some buttons, or button-holes, left over every time."

"This dress only has four buttons on it, Bunny, an' they're big ones."

"That's good!" cried the little fellow, and he had soon buttoned Sue's
dress for her. Then the two children went down to breakfast.

"What can we do now, Bunny?" asked Sue, as they arose from the table.
"We want to have some fun."

"Yes," said Bunny. "We do."

That was about all he and Sue thought of when they did not have to go to
school. They were always looking for some way to have fun. And they
found it, nearly always.

For Bunny Brown was a bright, daring little chap, always ready to do
something, and very often he got into mischief when looking for fun. Nor
was that the worst of it, for he took Sue with him wherever he went, so
she fell into mischief too. But she didn't mind. She was always as ready
for fun as was Bunny, and the two had many good times together--"The
Brown twins," some persons called them, though they were not, for Bunny
was a year older than Sue, being six, while she was only a little over
five, about "half-past five," as she used to say, while Bunny was
"growing on seven."

"Yes," said Bunny slowly, as he went out on the shady porch with his
sister Sue, "we want to have some fun."

"Let's go down to the fish dock," said Sue. "We haven't seen the boats
for a long time. We didn't see any while we were at grandpa's."

"Course not," agreed Bunny. "They don't have boats on a farm. But we had
a nice ride on the duck pond, on the raft, Sue."

"Yes, we did, Bunny. But we got all wet and muddy." Sue laughed as she
remembered that, and so did Bunny.

"All right, we'll go down to the fish dock," agreed the little boy.

Their father, Mr. Walter Brown, was in the boat business at Bellemere,
on Sandport bay, near the ocean. Mr. Brown owned many boats, and
fishermen hired some, to go away out on the ocean, and catch fish and
lobsters. Other men hired sail boats, row boats or gasoline motor b