"I'm never going to eat onions, anyhow!" Sue said, making another funny face, with her nose all wrinkled.
"I don't like onions, either," Bunny said. "They have an awful funny smell; haven't they, mister?"
"Well, some folks think so," and the hired man went on with his weeding while the children ran away.
But they did not go to the house. Instead they walked farther on through the garden, until they came to some rows of boxes.
"Oh, look at the cute play-houses!" cried Sue. "Let's look at them. Bunny."
"All right," answered her brother.
They went up to one of the houses. A queer sort of buzzing sound came from it.
"Let's look inside," said Bunny.
"All right," agreed Sue. "There's a lot of flies in front, Bunny," and she pointed to them.
As Bunny was about to lift off the top of one of the boxes, he heard the hired man, from the onion patch, calling:
"Get away! Run away from there or you'll be stung! Run! Run!"
