“Get me out!  Get me out!” begged Bunny.  “Please get me out!”

“Better go get your father or mother,” advised Charlie again.  “I’ve pulled and pulled, and I can’t get Bunny loose.  His trick didn’t work out right.”

But Sue made up her mind that she would see what was the matter with Bunny before she called on her father and mother to come and help.  She and Bunny had often been in little troublesome scrapes before, and often they got out by themselves.  They might do it this time.  So Sue darted around the piled-up scenery, and there she saw a group of boys around the stage watering trough.

This was made to look like the watering troughs you may have seen in the country, made from a big, hollowed-out log.  Only this one was made of sheet tin, and painted to look like wood.

Down in the trough was Bunny Brown.  He was stretched out at full length and he seemed to be caught.  In fact he was caught, and the reason for it was that Bunny was a little too big to fit in the stage trough—­that is his shoulders were too large.  But his legs and feet were free, and with his shoes he was drumming a tattoo on the inside of the tin trough, which was somewhat like a bathtub.

“Oh, Bunny Brown, what have you done now?” cried Sue, when she saw her brother in the trough and the crowd of boys standing around him.

“I—­I’m stuck fast!” Bunny replied.  “I was practising a trick, like the one I’m going to do on the stage when we give our play.  I got in the trough, and now I can’t get out.”

“It’s a good thing we didn’t put the water in as he wanted us to do,” said George Watson, “else he’d be soaking wet now.”

“Yes, I’m glad you didn’t put the water in,” agreed Bunny.  “But say, I wish I could get out!”

He wiggled and squirmed, but still he was held fast.

“Oh, if he has to stay stuck in there all the while Bunny can’t be in the show!” said Sadie West.

“We’ll get him out!” declared Charlie Star.  “Come on, Harry, you and George each take hold of him on one side, and Bobby Boomer and I’ll pull his legs.”

“My legs aren’t caught!” said Bunny.  “It’s my shoulders!”

“Well, if I pull on your legs it’ll help get your shoulders loose, I guess,” returned Charlie.  “Come on now, fellows!”

“Can’t we girls help too?” asked Sue.

“Well, maybe you could,” Charlie agreed.  “All pull.”

“Don’t tear my clothes,” protested Bunny.  “If I tear my clothes maybe my mother won’t let me be in the show.”

“Come on now, let’s all pull together!” suggested Charlie.

  [Illustration:  “Come on now, let’s all pull together!”
    Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue Giving a Show. Page 96]

As many of the boys and girls as could, gathered around the trough and tried to pull Bunny loose.  But he stuck fast in spite of all they could do.  Then Sue said: