For Bunny Brown, and often his sister Sue, did get into all sorts of mischief, though they did not always mean to do so.  “What has Bunny done now, I wonder?” asked grandpa.

“He—­he couldn’t help it,” said Sue.  “He slipped when he went up the tree, and now he’s swinging by his legs just like the man in the circus, only Bunny says he isn’t.”

“He isn’t what?” asked Grandpa Brown, as he hurried along, taking hold of Sue’s hand.  “What isn’t he, Sue?  I never did see such children!” and Grandpa Brown shook his head.

“Bunny says he isn’t the man in the circus,” explained Sue.

“No, I shouldn’t think he would be a man in the circus,” said grandpa.

“He looks just like a circus man, though,” insisted Sue.  “But he says he isn’t playin’ that game.”

Sue shook her head.  She did not know what it all meant, nor why Bunny was hanging in such a queer way.  But Grandpa Brown would make it all right.  Sue was sure of that.

“There he is!  There’s Bunny upside down!” cried Sue, pointing to the tree in which Bunny was hanging by his feet.

“Oh, my!” cried Grandpa Brown.  Then he ran forward, took Bunny in his arms, and raised him up.  This lifted Bunny’s feet free from the tree branches, between which they were caught, and then Grandpa Brown turned the little boy right side up, and set him down on his feet.

“There you are, Bunny!” cried grandpa.  “But how did it happen?  Were you trying to be a circus, all by yourself?”

“N—­n—­no,” stammered Bunny, for he could hardly get his breath yet.  “I—­I slipped down when I was reaching for a big, red peach for Sue.  But I didn’t slip all the way, for my feets caught in the tree.”

“Well, it’s a good thing they did, or you might have been hurt worse than you were,” said Grandpa Brown.  “But I guess you’re not hurt much now; are you?”

Bunny looked down at his feet.  Then he felt of his own arms and legs.  He took a long breath.  His face was not so red now.

“I—­I guess I’m all right,” he answered, at last.

“Well, don’t climb any more trees,” said Grandpa Brown.  “You are too little.”

Bunny thought he was quite a big boy, but of course grandpa knew what was right.

“I—­I won’t climb any more peach trees,” said Bunny Brown.

“No, nor any other kind!” exclaimed his grandfather.  “Just keep out of trees.  Little boys and girls are safest on the ground.  But now you had better come over where I can keep my eyes on you.  I have my basket nearly filled.  We’ll very soon go back to the house.”

Bunny Brown was all right now.  So he and Sue went over to the tree where grandpa was picking.  They helped to fill the basket, for some of the peaches grew on branches so close to the ground that the children could reach up and pick them without any trouble.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue had been on grandpa’s farm since early summer.  Those of you who have read the first book in this series do not need to be told who the children are.  But there are some who may want to hear a little about them.