“It certainly was!” cried his grandfather.  “I liked it very much!”

“And so did I,” said grandma.  “But I was afraid you would be hurt when you jumped that time, Bunny.”

“Oh, that’s just a circus trick,” Bunny said.  “You ought to see Ben jump.  Go on, Ben, show ’em how you can turn over in the air.”

“Not now, Bunny.  I haven’t time.  I’m going to help Bunker clean up the barn.”

There were many things to be put away after the circus, for Grandpa Brown had said if the children used his barn they must leave it neat and clean when they finished.

By this time the grown people who had come to the circus, and the boys and girls, too, began to leave.  The calf was now standing still, drinking the milk from the pail.  Splash had stopped barking.  The two roosters had gotten out of the barn, and everything was quiet once more.

The circus was over, and everyone said he had had a good time.  Some of the little folks wanted to see it all over again, but Bunny said that could not be done.  The grown folks said Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were very clever to get up such a nice little show.

“But of course we didn’t do it all,” explained Bunny, who like to have others share in the praise.  “We never could have done it if grandpa hadn’t let us take his barn, or if Bunker and Ben hadn’t helped us.  It was as much their show as it was ours.”

“Yes, Bunker and Ben were very good to help you,” said Bunny’s mother.  “And now I think it is time for you and Sue to wash and get ready for supper.”

“I’d like to have a bigger show, in a tent Some day,” said Bunny.

“Yes, that would be nice,” agreed Sue.

“Well, if I’d known you wanted a tent instead of my barn, I could have given you one,” said Grandpa Brown.

“Oh, have you really a tent?” asked Bunny, eagerly.

“Yes, it’s an old army tent.  Not very big, though.  When I used to go camping with some old soldier friends of mine we took it with us.  It’s up in the attic now, I guess.  But your circus is over, so you won’t want a tent now.”

“Maybe we’ll have another circus some day,” suggested Bunny.  “Then could we take your army tent?”

“Oh, I guess so.”

And when Bunny, Sue and the children and the grown folks had left the barn, Bunker Blue said to Ben Hall: 

“Say, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get up a circus among us big boys; would it?”

“Yes, it might be fun.”

“If Mr. Brown has a tent we could use that, and we might borrow another.  Would you like to do that, Ben?”

“I might.”

“Say, look here!” exclaimed Bunker, “why don’t you tell us more about yourself?  You know something about a real circus.”

“What makes you think so?” Ben asked.

“Oh, because I do.  Were you ever in one?”

Instead of answering Ben cried: 

“Look out!  That plank is going to fall on your foot!”