"I might get stuck then. I'll think up some other trick
to do."
Sue was about to hurry away, intending to call her mother, when some one
was heard coming up the stairs that led to the loft over the garage. A
moment later the head and shoulders of Mart Clayton came into view.
"Oh, Mart!" cried Sue, for she and Bunny felt quite well acquainted with
the boy and girl performers, "Bunny is stuck in the trough and he can't
get out!"
"Is there water in it?" asked Lucile's brother quickly, as he jumped up
the rest of the stairs.
"No!" answered a chorus of boys and girls. "Not a drop."
"Oh, then he's all right," said Mart. "I'll soon have him out."
And he did. It was very simple. Mart simply pulled Bunny's coat off,
over the little fellow's head, and then Bunny was small enough to slip
out of the trough himself. He had so wiggled and squirmed after getting
into the tin thing like a bath tub that his coat was all hunched up in
bunches. This kept his shoulders from slipping out, but when the coat
was off everything was all right.
"What did you get in there for?" asked Mart, when Bunny was on his feet
once more.
"I was practising my act," was the answer. "I'm going to be a farmer boy
in the play, and then I hide in the trough so I can scare an old tramp
that comes to get a drink of water.
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