"I guess we'll have to tell the police about it and have them help hunt
for him. I don't see what else we can do."
"Maybe it would be the best way," agreed Bunker Blue. "I'll go down and
tell the chief of police."
"No, we had better telephone--that's quicker," said Mr. Brown. So they
stopped in the drug store and Mr. Brown talked to the police station on
the wire.
"All right," the chief answered back. "I'll start some of my men out on
the search. You go back home and let me know as soon as Bunny is found
or comes back."
This Mr. Brown promised to do, and soon he and Mart and Bunker were back
at the Brown home. Mrs. Brown looked very much disappointed and worried
when her husband came in without Bunny.
"Oh, where can he be?" she cried.
Just then the heavy tramp of feet was heard on the porch.
"Maybe this is Bunny!" exclaimed Mart.
And Bunny Brown it was, all covered with snow flakes, his eyes shining
and his cheeks red with the cold. He carried a small basket in one hand,
and the other was clasped in that of Mr. Raymond, the man who owned the
hardware store.
"Why Bunny Brown! where have you been?" cried his mother, as the lamp
light shone on his flushed face, and made the snowflakes sparkle.
"And what have you got in the basket?" asked Sue.
"That's Peter," was the answer, and before any one could ask who Peter
was, if they had wished to, there came a loud crow from the basket.
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