"Aren't we at the place where we picked the berries?" she asked, after a bit.
"Almost," answered Bunny. But though he looked and looked through the trees he could not see the field and the little hill that was not far from Grandpa Brown's house.
The children went on a little farther, until, all at once. Bunny stumbled over a stone and fell.
The pail flew from his hand, and the berries spilled all over the ground.
"Oh, dear!" cried Sue. Then she added quickly: "But I'll help you pick them up, Bunny."
Bunny sat up and rubbed his knee. He wrinkled up his nose in a funny way.
"Does it hurt?" asked Sue.
"My leg does, a little, but not my nose," Bunny said. And then he laughed.
The children picked up the scattered berries. Their pail was only half full now, for they could not find all the berries that had spilled.
"We'll have to pick a lot more," remarked Sue.
