“Well, I don’t exactly mean that,” said Mr. Raymond, with a laugh.  “I mean you got up the show, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Bunny and Sue really started it,” said Mr. Treadwell.

“That’s what I thought,” said the hardware man.  “Well, then, Bunny, this money comes to you.  It’s what was taken in at the door, and what was paid for tickets.  Your father asked me to take charge of it, but, now that the first show, at least, is over, you’d better have it.”

He handed a box that seemed to be full of silver money and bills to Bunny and Sue Brown.

“Oh!  Oh!” exclaimed Sue.  “It’s most a thousand dollars I guess!”

“No, not quite as much as that,” said Mr. Raymond.  “But your show was a great success, and there’s ninety dollars and fifteen cents there.  The fifteen cents is from a boy who couldn’t raise the quarter admission, so I let him in for fifteen.  I’d have let him in for nothing, but he said he wanted to do all he could to help the Home for the Blind.”

“Yes, this money’s for the Blind Home,” said Bunny.  “I’m glad we got such a lot.  I didn’t think we’d get more than ten dollars.”

“Indeed, you did very well, and I want to thank you on behalf of the blind people,” said Mr. Harrison, manager of the Home, to whom Mr. Brown handed the money, after Bunny, Sue, and the other children had all had a look at it.  “This will buy many a little comfort for my people.”

Then, indeed, Bunny, Sue and the others felt repaid for all they had done to get up the show; and some of them had worked very hard to give the audience a pleasant and amusing time.

So everything came out well, and the finding of the uncle and aunt of Lucile and Mart was one of the nicest parts of the little play.

Soon the hall was deserted, and the children were on their way home.  Mr. Bill Clayton—­though I presume his name was William, and not just Bill—­and Mr. Harrison went to the Brown house to stay for supper, and there the telegram from their Uncle Simon was read again by Lucile and Mart.

“I’m going to be a show actor when I grow up,” declared Bunny Brown.

“And I’m going to sing on the stage—­I like it,” said Sue.

“Well, it will be a good many years before you are old enough to go on the real stage,” said her mother, with a laugh.  “You or Bunny either.”

And so the show that Bunny and Sue gave came to an end—­yet not quite an end, either.  For the play was given over again the week after, and more money raised for the Home for the Blind.  And among those in the audience were Mart and Lucile’s Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie.  They had hurried their trip back to this country to look after Lucile and Mart, and they were glad to find their niece and nephew in such good hands.

“And if it hadn’t been for Bunny Brown, thinking of getting up a show, maybe you’d never have found us,” said Mart to his Uncle Simon.

“Maybe,” agreed Mr. Weatherby.  “Bunny did a lot, and so did his sister Sue!  They’re just the kind of children to do things!”