A GRAND CRASH

Patter, patter, patter came the rain drops, not only on the roof, but all over, out of doors, splashing here and there, making little fountains in every mud puddle.

Bunny Brown and his sister Sue stood with their faces pressed against the windows, looking out into the summer storm.

“I can make my nose flatter’n you can!” suddenly exclaimed Bunny.

“Oh, you cannot!” disputed Sue.  “Look at mine!”

She thrust her nose against the pane of glass so hard that it almost cracked—­I mean the glass nearly cracked.

“Look at that, Bunny Brown!” exclaimed Sue.  “Isn’t my nose flatter’n yours?  Look at it!”

“How can I look at your nose when I’m looking at mine?” asked Bunny.

He, too, had pushed his nose against the glass of his window, the children standing in the dining room where two large windows gave them a good view of things outside.

“You must look at my nose to see if it’s flatter’n yours!” insisted Sue.  “Else how you going to know who beats?”

“Well, I can make mine a flatter nose than yours!” declared Bunny.  “You look at mine first and then I’ll look at yours.”

This seemed a fair way of playing the game, Sue thought.  She left her window and went over to her brother’s side.  The rain seemed to come down harder than ever.  If the children had any idea of being allowed to go out and play in it, even with rubber boots and rain coats, they had about given up that plan.  Mrs. Brown had been begged, more than once, to let Bunny and Sue go out, but she had shaken her head with a gentle smile.  And when their mother smiled that way the children knew she meant what she said.

“Now, go ahead, Bunny Brown!” called Sue.  “Let’s see you make a flat nose!”

Bunny drew his face back from the window.  His little nose was quite white where he had pressed it—­white because he had kept nearly all the blood from flowing into it.  But soon his little “smeller,” as sometimes Bunny’s father called his nose, began to get red again.  Bunny began to rub it.

“What you doing?” Sue wanted to know, thinking her brother might not be playing fair in this little game.

“I’m rubbing my nose,” Bunny answered.

“Yes, I know.  But what for?”

“’Cause it’s cold.  If I’m going to make my nose flatter’n yours I have to warm it a little.  The glass is cold!”

“Yes, it is a little cold,” agreed Sue.  “Well, go ahead now; let’s see you flat your nose!”

Bunny took a long breath.  He then pressed his nose so hard against the glass that tears came into his eyes.  But he didn’t want Sue to see them.  And he wouldn’t admit that he was crying, which he really wasn’t doing.

“Look at me now!  Look at me!” cried Bunny, talking as though he had a very bad cold in his head.

Sue took a look.

“Yes, it is flat!” she agreed.  “But I can flatter mine more’n that!  You watch me!”