“Oh, well, I’ll see about it,” said Mrs. Brown, more with the idea of getting Bunny and his sister off to bed than because she really thought they could ever give a show.  She had an idea they would forget all about it by morning.

“Oh, goodie!” cried Sue, for when her mother said:  “I’ll see about it,” it generally meant that something would happen.  But of course giving a show was different, even though Bunny and Sue had once held a circus.  You may read about that in the book of which I have spoken.

“Well, trot along to bed now, my dears,” said Mrs. Brown.  “We ladies have business to attend to.  We’ll talk about your show to-morrow.”

“It’s going to be a fine one,” declared Bunny.  “I’m going to learn how to do some back somersaults like that boy’s on the stage.”

“Well, be careful you don’t get hurt,” begged Mrs. West.

“Cute little dears, aren’t they,” said Mrs. Bentley, as Bunny and his sister Sue went out of the room.

“I should think they would keep you busy trying to guess what they will do next, Mrs. Brown,” remarked Mrs. Star.

“They do,” sighed the mother of Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.  But she smiled as she sighed, for her little boy and girl never made her any real trouble.

“Do you think they really will give a show?” asked Mrs. Bentley.

“You never can tell,” was Mrs. Brown’s answer.  “We didn’t think they’d actually give a circus performance, but they did.  However, a show in a real theater is quite different, and I hardly believe Bunny and Sue will go on with the idea.”

But Bunny and Sue did—­at least they started talking it over the first thing next day, and when school was over quite a gathering of boys and girls assembled in a room over the Brown garage.

“Now, girls and fellows,” said Bunny, as he stood in front of the crowd of his playmates, who were seated on old boxes, broken chairs, and other things stored away in the garage, “we’re going to get up a show to make money for the Red Cross.”

“Do you mean a make-believe show, and charge five pins to come in?” asked Harry Bentley.

“No, I mean a real show, like in a theater, and charge real money,” went on Bunny.  “Pins aren’t any good for the Red Cross.  They get all the pins they want.  They need money—­my mother said so.  Now we could get up a regular acting play—­like that one we saw at the Opera House.  We could have some singing in it, and some jiggling and some of us could do tricks and stand on our heads.”

“Going to have any animals in it?” one boy wanted to know.

“Yes, we could,” answered Bunny.  “They have animals on the stage just like in a circus, only it’s different, of course.  We could have our dog and cat in it.”

“I’ve got a goat!” cried another boy.  “He butts you with his horns, only maybe I could cure him of that.”

“We could use Toby, our Shetland pony,” added Sue.  “He eats sugar out of my hand.”