nny, "and maybe I'll find your
horses, Grandpa."

"Well, I wish you would, little man, but I'm afraid you can't. They're
gone!"

"Haven't you any horses left?" asked Sue. "'Cause if you haven't I'll
give you all the money in my bank, and you can buy some new ones."

"Bless her little heart!" cried grandma, giving Sue a hug.

"Oh, I have some horses left," Grandpa Brown said, "and I'll take you
out to the barn and show them to you. But my best ones are with the
Gypsies."

"Well, maybe we'll find 'em!" said Bunny. But even Sue, who nearly
always thought what Bunny said was just right, shook her little head.

The two children, when they had finished the meal, started out of doors.

"Where are you going?" asked Mother Brown.

"Out to the barn, to see the horses," Bunny answered.

"Better get on your old clothes," their mother advised. "You and Sue
might want to slide down the hay, and sit in a hen's nest again, and old
clothes are best for that."

"Yes, I guess so," laughed Sue, as she thought of what had once happened
to her.

A little later, wearing their play clothes, which would not be harmed,
even if they rolled in the dirt, Bunny and Sue set out for the barn to
see what they could find. Bunny knew his way about grandpa's farm, for
he was older than Sue, and he remembered having been there once before.

"Oh, here's a horse, Sue!" he cried, as he went into the barn.

Looking over the edge of the manger, or box where his hay and oats were
put, was a brown horse. He sniffed at the children, and whinnied, as if
glad to see them. When a horse whinnies it is just as if he laughs.

"Hullo!" said Bunny, and, liking horses, and not being afraid, he went
up and patted this one on the nose. "Come on, Sue, rub him."

"No, Bunny, I'm afraid!"

"Oh, he won't hurt you."

"Well, I--I can't reach!"

"I'll get you a box to stand on, Sue."

Bunny looked around, and found a box. He was putting it in front of the
stall of the brown horse, stooping over to get it just right, when he
felt some one pulling on his coat.

"Don't do that, Sue!" cried Bunny.

"I'm not doing anything," she answered.

"Yes you are, too! You're pulling my coat, and I can't fix the box."

"Oh, Bunny Brown! I am not!" And Sue stood right in front of her brother
so he could see that she was not touching him. And, just then, Bunny's
coat was pulled again. Certainly, this time it was not Sue.

"Why--why--what is it?" asked Bunny.

"Oh, Bun