“Say, Daddy, is the sheenery in a show like the sheenery in a automobile or one of your motor boats?” asked Sue.

“Oh, she’s thinking of wheels and things that go around!” laughed Bunny.  “That’s ma-chinery, Sue, and scenery is what we saw in the Opera House—­make-believe trees, and the brook, you know.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Sue.  “Well, can we have that—­that sheenery for our play?” she asked her father.

“I’ll see about it,” he answered, and Bunny and Sue looked happy, for, like their mother, whenever their father said “I’ll see,” it almost always meant that he would do as they wanted him to.

“I’m afraid, though,” said Mr. Brown, “that getting up a show in town will be harder, Bunny and Sue, than getting up a circus.  In the circus you could use your dog Splash and some of the animals from Grandpa’s farm.  But a theater show, or one like it, hasn’t many animals in it.  You ought to do more acting than you do trapeze work.”

“Oh, we can do it!” cried Bunny Brown.  “They’re going to help, aren’t you?” and he looked over at Lucile and Mart.

“We’ll help all we can,” Mart promised.  “That is, if we’re here, and I don’t see how we can get away, for we haven’t any money to pay our fare on the train.”

“That’s my trouble, too,” said Mr. Treadwell, with a smile.  “I’d offer to help too, if I thought I was going to be here.”

“Oh, then we’ll be sure to have a show!” declared Bunny.  “You can be General Washington and maybe some soldier, and we’ll pretend you came down to the farm to see us.  Then I’ll turn somersaults and Sue can bring me out some cookies to eat, ’cause I get hungry when I turn somersaults.  And you can do tricks like those you did in the Opera House,” he added to Mart.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Lucile, with a smile.

“Oh, you—­you can help Sue bring out the cookies for Mart and me,” decided Bunny.  “And—­oh yes—­you can sing—­those songs you sang in the show we went to see, you know.”

“All right, I’ll help all I can—­if I’m here,” said Lucile.

“Well, suppose we talk a little about the trouble you good theater folks are in,” suggested Mr. Brown.  “The show Bunny and Sue are going to give can wait for a while.  Now what do you want to do—­get back to New York, all three of you?”

“Well, New York is the place almost all show people start from,” said Mr. Treadwell, “but I don’t know that there’s much use going back there now.  All the places in other shows will be taken.  If I could get some sort of work here for the winter I’d stay.”

“So would I!” declared Mart.  “I like to stay in a place two or three weeks at a time, and not have to move to a new town every night, like a circus.  Have you any work you could let me do?” he asked Mr. Brown.

“I was going to speak of that,” replied the father of Bunny and Sue.  “One of the young men in my office is going on leave, and I could hire you in his place.  The wages aren’t very big,” he said, “but it would be enough for you to live on and take care of your sister.”