When Bunny and Sue went to Aunt Lu’s city home they had many wonderful times, and when they went on a vacation to Camp Rest-a-While so many things happened near the beautiful lake that the children never tired talking about them.

It was after the children had spent such a happy time in the camp that they went to the “Big Woods,” as Bunny and Sue called them, and, after that, their father and mother took them on an auto tour, when many strange things happened.  “Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue and Their Shetland Pony” is the name of the book just before the one you are reading now, and after many adventures with the little horse the two children planned for winter fun.  Going to the show in the Opera House was part of this fun.

It did not take very long for the man who had gone up to the roof to fix the broken skylight.  The children could see him away up above their heads as they sat in the theater, or stood there, for those who had places directly under the skylight would not use the seats until the roof-window was fixed.

“There!  It’s all right now,” said the man on the stage.  “There is no more danger.  Take your seats and the show will begin.”

From all over the Opera House you could have heard delighted “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” from the children.  There was a rustling of programs, a swish of skirts, several coughs, and one or two sneezes.  Then the fiddles squeaked, there was rumble and boom of the drums, and the orchestra played the Star-Spangled Banner.

Every one stood up until the national air was ended and then the musicians began to play a dance tune which was so lively that the feet of every one, old and young, seemed to be tapping the floor.

Then came a pause, the lights in the Opera House were turned low, and at last the curtain went up.  Bunny Brown and his sister Sue held tightly to the arms of their seats, lest they might slip out during the excitement that was to follow.  And it was exciting for the children, as you may easily guess.

The first act was the juggler, or the “jiggler,” as one of the boys had called him.  He placed a pole on his chin, and on top of the pole a glass of water.  Then with three balls he did a number of odd tricks.

“And all the while, mind you!” exclaimed Bunny, telling his father about it afterward, “the man held the water, on the pole on his chin and he didn’t drop it once.”

“Yes, that must have been wonderful,” said Daddy Brown.  “If he had dropped the pole he’d have broken the glass, wouldn’t he?”

“And he would have spilled the water, too!” exclaimed Bunny’s sister.  “And it was real water!”

“No!” cried Mr. Brown, in fun, making believe he didn’t believe this.

“Yes it was, really!” declared Sue, and Bunny nodded his head also.

The juggler did many other tricks, even tossing balls up into the air and letting them fall in a tall silk hat he wore.  The hat had no crown to it, but it had a funny little door, or opening, cut in front, and as fast as the juggler would toss the rubber balls into his hat, they would roll out of the little door in front.  My, how the children did laugh!  But the juggler never even smiled.