"What did the Gypsy men bring them here for?" Sue wanted to know.
"Maybe they want to train them to be circus horses, or maybe they want to sell them," Bunny answered.
"We ought to go to tell grandpa," declared Sue. "Then he could come and get his team. He wants it awful much."
"We can tell him after the circus," Bunny said. "We want to see the show. Sue."
"Yes, and I want a red balloon, or maybe a blue one. Which goes up the highest. Bunny?" For, just then a man walked past, with many balloons, blue, red, green and yellow, floating in the air.
"Oh, I guess they all go up the same. Sue," said Bunny. The little boy was thinking hard. Suppose those should be his grandfather's horses that the Gypsy men had? How could Bunny get them? It seemed too hard for the little boy to do.
Then, too, Bunny wanted to take Sue in to see the circus. That was what they had come for. But how could he get in when he had no money? And now that he had seen an ele-
