Leaving Bunny and Sue under the tree he had showed them, where they might pick their own peaches, Grandpa Brown walked on a little farther, looking for a place where he might fill his basket.

“Oh, there’s a nice red peach I’m going to get!” exclaimed Sue, as she reached up her hand toward it.  But she found she was not quite tall enough.

“I’ll get it for you,” offered Bunny, kindly.

He got the peach for Sue, and she began to eat it.

“Oh, Bunny!” she cried.  “It’s a lovely sweet one.  I hope you get a nice one.”

“I will,” Bunny said.  Then as he looked at his sister he cried:  “Oh, Sue!  The juice is running all down your chin on your dress.”

“Oh-oh-o-o-o!” said Sue, as she looked at the peach juice on her dress.  “Oh-o-o-o!”

“Never mind,” remarked Bunny.  “We can wash it off in the brook.”

“Yes,” said Sue, and she went on eating her peach.  “We’ll wash it.”

Bunny was looking up into the tree for a peach for himself.  He wanted to get the biggest and reddest one he could find.

“Oh, I see a great big one!” Bunny cried, as he walked all around the tree.

“Where is it?” asked Sue.  “I want a big one, Bunny.”

“I’ll get you another one.  I see two,” and Bunny pointed to them up in the tree.

“You can’t reach ’em,” asserted Sue.  “They’re too high, Bunny.”

“I—­I can climb the tree,” said the little boy.  “I can climb the tree and get them.”

“You’ll fall,” Sue said.

“No, I won’t, Sue.  You just watch me.”

The peach tree was a low one, with branches close to the ground.  And, as Bunny Brown said, he did know a little bit about climbing.  He found a box in the orchard, and, by standing on this he got up into the tree.

Up and up he went, higher and higher until he was almost within reach of the two peaches he wanted.  Grandpa Brown was busy picking peaches at a tree farther off, and did not see the children.

“Look out, Sue.  I’m going to drop a peach down to you,” called Bunny from up in the tree.

“I’ll look out,” said Sue.  “I’ll hold up my dress, and you can drop the peach in that.  Then it won’t squash on the ground.”

She stood under the tree, looking up toward her brother.  Bunny reached for one of the two big, red peaches, but he did not pick it.  Something else happened.

A branch on which the little boy was standing suddenly broke, and down he fell.  He turned over, almost like a clown doing a somersault in the circus, and the next moment Bunny’s two feet caught between two other branches, and there he hung, upside down, his head pointing to the ground.

CHAPTER II

Let’s have A circus!

“Bunny!  Bunny!  What are you doing?” cried Sue, as she saw her brother hanging, head down, in such a funny way from the peach tree branches.  “Don’t do that, Bunny!  You’ll get hurt!”