"We—we'd like to," answered Sue softly.
"And maybe we will," added her brother.
"You're too little to go to a circus," said Bunker Blue, "and I don't believe any of the big folks are going. I'd like to go myself, but I don't believe I can."
"Well, we're going, anyhow," whispered Bunny to Sue, so Bunker would not hear.
"Are you sure. Bunny?"
"Sure we'll go!" he said. "Just you leave it all to me."
At dinner that day Bunny and Sue talked of nothing but the circus, and the big picture-poster on grandpa's barn.
"It's the same show that was here last year," said the hired man. "I saw the fellow who pasted the picture on the barn, and he was the same one who was around last year."
"And—and will the tent be in the same place?" asked Bunny.
"Yes," said the hired man. "The circus always shows in the same place when it comes to town. They put the tents up by the baseball grounds, just outside of the town."
Bunny had found out what he wanted to
