"He might be in the barn, practicing
some of the tricks he is going to do in the play to-morrow."
"Oh, I don't believe Bunny would go out to the barn alone after dark,"
said Mrs. Brown.
Her husband and Mart were just starting out into the storm to look for
the missing Bunny when the tramp of feet was heard on the porch.
"Here comes somebody!" cried Sue. "I hope it's Bunny!"
But it was not. Instead it was Bunker Blue, and he was covered with snow
flakes. His nose was red, too, even if his name was Bunker Blue.
"Has Bunny come back yet?" asked Bunker, as he stamped his feet on the
porch, to get the snow off.
"No, he hasn't," answered Mr. Brown. "We are getting very anxious about
him, too, though the worst that can happen is that he may get cold. He
shouldn't have gone out!"
"Well, I didn't see anything of him," said Bunker Blue. "I was quite
surprised at what you told me, over the telephone, about his not being
in the house in this storm."
"Oh, maybe he'll never come back, and then we can't have our nice
Christmas play!" exclaimed Sue.
"Oh, Bunny will come back all right--don't worry about that," said her
father gently. "If he doesn't come we'll go and get him. In fact, now
that you are here, Bunker, we three might as well set out and look for
the little fellow. He's got something on his mind, or he wouldn't go out
as he did.
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