Brown," he thought. "Then Sue and I can go to sleep in the carriage." The rain came pattering down on the log cabin roof. Bunny could not see the lightning now, because of the lamp which the hermit had lighted. But he could hear the thunder. It did not frighten him, though. Sometimes, when it sounded very loud, the little boy pretended it was a big circus wagon rumbling over a bridge—the tank-wagon, with water in it, where the big hippopotamus splashed about. That circus wagon, Bunny was sure, would make the most noise. So he "made-believe."
Sue was curled up on the bed. Once she roused up enough to say:
"Bunny!"
"Yes, Sue?" he answered. "What do you want?"
"Are you there. Bunny?" she asked, sleepily.
"Yes, Sue. I'm right here." He reached over and touched her hand. "What do you want. Sue?"
"I—I just wanted to know are you there,"
