so dirty and muddy as they were! They had made such a hard splash into the puddle that the water was sprinkled all over them, like a shower from a fountain.
For a moment, after sliding in, and coming to a stop, Bunny and Sue looked at one another, not saying a word.
"Well," said Bunny, after a bit, with a long breath, "you didn't get hurt; did you, Sue?"
"No, not hurt, Bunny—but—but look at my—my dress!"
Sue's lips quivered, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Don't care," said Bunny kindly. "I'm all mud, too."
"Le—let's go home," Sue went on. "I must get a clean dress. And I don't want any more frogs. Bunny."
"I guess I don't, either. We'll let 'em go."
Bunny tried to get up from where he was sitting in the puddle of muddy water and clay, but it was so slippery that, almost as soon as he stood on his feet, he went down again.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Sue. "You're splashing me more, Bunny!"