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Read Ebook: Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Aunt Lu's City Home by Hope Laura Lee Nosworthy Florence England Illustrator
Font size: Background color: Text color: Add to tbrJar First Page Next PageEbook has 1495 lines and 40578 words, and 30 pagesl from his pocket. "Here, Wango, come and get these!" the old sailor called. Wango chattered, and came scrambling down the church steeple. He liked peanuts very much, and he was soon perched on his master's shoulder eating the brown kernels, and throwing the shells to one side. "Well, now that everything is over all right, we'll go back home," said Mr. Brown. "But the next time a bell rings at night, I don't want you children running out," he said. "We won't," promised Bunny. "But it was so nice and warm, and moonlight, that we couldn't stay in, Daddy." Daddy Brown laughed, and a little later he and his wife, with Bunny and Sue, were safe at home. They went in without awakening Uncle Tad or Mary, the cook. The other people also went home. Mr. Winkler fastened Wango so he could not get loose, and soon everyone was asleep again, even the bell-ringing monkey. In the morning Bunny and Sue went over to see the old sailor's pet. Wango jumped around on his perch and chattered, for he liked the children. "I--I wish we'd had him in the circus at grandpa's farm," said Bunny, as he watched Wango do some of his tricks. "He would have made them all laugh." "Yes," said Sue. "Wango is funny!" and she petted the little, brown animal. When Bunny and Sue reached home again, munching on some cookies Miss Winkler had given them, they found their mother reading a letter. "Good news, children!" Mother Brown cried. "Good news!" "Oh, are we going back to grandpa's farm?" asked Bunny. "No, not this time," said his mother. "This is a letter from Aunt Lu. She invites us to come to her home, in New York City, to spend the fall and winter. Oh, it's just a lovely invitation from Aunt Lu!" ON THE GROCERY WAGON Bunny Brown and his sister Sue began to dance up and down, and to clap their fat little hands. They always did this when they were happy over some pleasure that was coming. And surely it would be a pleasure to go to Aunt Lu's city home. "Oh, Mother, may we go?" cried Bunny. "Please say we can!" begged Sue. "Why, yes, I think we'll go," smiled Mother Brown. "I have been thinking for some time of paying Aunt Lu a visit, and, now that she asks us to come, I think we will go." "And will daddy come?" Bunny wanted to know. "Well, he can't come and stay as long as we shall stay, perhaps," said Mrs. Brown, "but he may be with us part of the time, as he was at grandpa's farm." "Oh, goodie! What fun we'll have! Oh, goodie! What fun we'll have!" sang Sue, dancing around, holding her doll by one arm. But that was all the little boy could think of just then, and he had to stop to catch his breath, which had nearly got away from him, he had talked so fast. "There won't be any horses to ride, and we can't see the ducks and chickens," said Sue, "like we did on grandpa's farm in the country, Bunny." "No, but we can see lots of other things in the city. I know we'll have plenty of fun, Sue." "Yes, I guess we will. When are we going, Mother?" "Oh, in about a week, I think. I'll write and tell Aunt Lu we are coming." "She hasn't lost her diamond ring again; has she?" asked Bunny. "No, I guess not. She doesn't say anything about it, if she has," answered Mrs. Brown. "'Cause if she had lost it we'd help her find it," the little boy went on. "Oh, Sue! aren't you glad we're going?" "Well, I just guess I am!" said Sue, happily, singing again. She and Bunny talked of nothing else all that day but of the visit to Aunt Lu, and at night, when they were going to bed, they made plans of what they would do when they got to Aunt Lu's city house in New York. "You'll come; won't you, Daddy?" asked Bunny, at breakfast the next morning, just before Mr. Brown was ready to start for his office at the fish dock. "Well, yes, I guess I'll come down when it gets so cold here that the boats can't go out in the bay on account of the ice," said daddy. "Oh, are we going to stay until winter?" asked Sue. "Yes, we shall stay over Christmas," her mother answered. "Will there be a place to slide down hill?" Bunny wanted to know. "I'm afraid not, in New York City," Mr. Brown said. "But you can have other kinds of fun, Bunny and Sue." "Oh, I can hardly wait for the time to come!" cried Sue, as she once more danced around the room with her doll. "Let's go out in the yard and play teeter-tauter," called Bunny. "That will make the time pass quicker, Sue." Bunker Blue had made for the children a seesaw from a long plank put over a wooden sawhorse. When Bunny sat on one end of the plank, and Sue on the other, they went first up and then down, "teeter-tauter, bread and water," as they sang when they played this game. Soon the brother and sister were enjoying themselves this way, talking about what fun they would have at Aunt Lu's city home. Then, all at once, Bunny jumped off the seesaw, and of course Sue came down with a bump. "Oh, Bunny Brown!" she cried, "what did you do that for? Why didn't you tell me you were goin' to get off, an' then I could stop myself from bumpin'." "I'm sorry," said Bunny. "I didn't know I was going to jump till I did. Did you get hurted?" "No, but I might have. And you knocked my doll out of my lap, and maybe she's hurted." "Oh, you can't hurt a doll!" cried Bunny. "Pooh!" "Yes you can, too!" "No you can't!" The children might have gone on talking in this unpleasant way for some time, only, just then, up the side drive came Mr. Gordon's grocery wagon, with Tommie Tobin, the grocery boy, on the seat driving the horse. "Oh, he's got things in for us!" cried Sue. "Let's go an' see what they is, Bunny. Maybe it's cookies, and we can have one. I'm hungry, and it isn't near dinner time yet. It's only cookie time." The two children went over to the grocery wagon. Tommie Tobin jumped off the seat, and hurried into the Brown kitchen with a basket of things. He did not see Bunny and Sue, as they were on the other side of the wagon. Just then Bunny had an idea. He often got ideas in his queer little head. "Oh, Sue!" he cried. "I know what let's do!" Add to tbrJar First Page Next Page |
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