ill be after us for busting his
window. Come on, fellows! Let's run home!"

The game was practically over, and a number of the boys, fearing the
anger of Mr. Morrison, started after Charlie, running away from the
lots. But this was not Bunny Brown's way.

"Did I--did the ball I batted break a window?" he asked.

"You ought to 'a' heard the crash!" panted Bobbie Boomer, running in
from center field. "Old Morrison will be here in a minute! You'd better
run, Bunny!"

Surely enough, a moment or two later Mr. Morrison came out on his back
porch, from which he could look into the lots. He saw the boys, some of
them running away. In his hand he held the baseball that had crashed
through his window.

"Hi, there!" he cried. "Who did this?"

One or two boys, seeing that Bunny was not going to run, had stayed with
him.

"Who did this?" cried Mr. Morrison again.

Up spoke Bunny Brown, walking toward the angry man.

"I--I knocked the ball," he said.

"Well, you broke my window, young man, and you've got to pay for it!"

"I--I will!" faltered Bunny. "I have some money in my bank, and if you
come home with me I'll take it out and pay you."

Mr. Morrison seemed surprised at this. In times past when his windows
were broken the boys had run away, or, if they had not, they had been
saucy to him and had refused to pay for any glass. This was something
new.

"What's your name?" asked Mr. Morrison.

"Bunny Brown," was the answer.

"Does your father keep the boat dock where Bunker Blue works?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh," said Mr. Morrison, not so angry now. "Well, of course this window
has to be paid for, but I know your father, Bunny Brown. He and I do
business together. And Bunker Blue does me favors once in a while. I
guess there won't be any hurry about paying for this glass. You can pay
me five cents a week if you want to. And I should think the other boys
ought to chip in and help you pay for it. That's what we used to do when
I played ball. If a window was broken we all helped pay for it."

"I'll help," offered one boy.

"So will I!" said another.

By this time Charlie Star and the boys who had started to run away began
straggling back. They wondered why Bunny and his companions were not
being chased by Mr. Morrison. And when Charlie and his chums heard about
the offer to pay shares for the broken glass Charlie said:

"I'll pay my part, too!"

"So will I!" cried his players.

"That's more like it," chuckled Mr. M