“I—­I will!” faltered Bunny.  “I have some money in my bank, and if you come home with me I’ll take it out and pay you.”

Mr. Morrison seemed surprised at this.  In times past when his windows were broken the boys had run away, or, if they had not, they had been saucy to him and had refused to pay for any glass.  This was something new.

“What’s your name?” asked Mr. Morrison.

“Bunny Brown,” was the answer.

“Does your father keep the boat dock where Bunker Blue works?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh,” said Mr. Morrison, not so angry now.  “Well, of course this window has to be paid for, but I know your father, Bunny Brown.  He and I do business together.  And Bunker Blue does me favors once in a while.  I guess there won’t be any hurry about paying for this glass.  You can pay me five cents a week if you want to.  And I should think the other boys ought to chip in and help you pay for it.  That’s what we used to do when I played ball.  If a window was broken we all helped pay for it.”

“I’ll help,” offered one boy.

“So will I!” said another.

By this time Charlie Star and the boys who had started to run away began straggling back.  They wondered why Bunny and his companions were not being chased by Mr. Morrison.  And when Charlie and his chums heard about the offer to pay shares for the broken glass Charlie said: 

“I’ll pay my part, too!”

“So will I!” cried his players.

“That’s more like it,” chuckled Mr. Morrison, and, somehow or other, the boys began wondering why they had ever called him cross.  Certainly he seemed quite different now.  Perhaps it was the way Bunny had acted, so bravely, that made the change.

“Now look here, boys,” went on the uncross Mr. Morrison.  “I know you have to play ball, and this isn’t the first time you have broken my windows.  But it’s the first time any of you have had the nerve to stay here and offer to pay.  I like that.  And now that you all offer to chip in and pay for it, it’ll not be too hard for any one boy.  It’s the right spirit.  And I want to say that if you always do that there’ll not be any trouble.

“Not that I want any more windows broken,” he added, with a laugh.  “But if they are smashed, chip in and pay for them.  And now I’ll have the pane of glass put in and you can take up a collection among yourselves and pay me later on.  I’m in no hurry as long as you act fair.

“And now if you’ll come in here I think maybe I can find something that you boys would like to have,” he added.  “Don’t be afraid, come on in,” he invited, opening a gate in his side fence.

The boys hesitated a moment, and then, led by Bunny Brown, they entered.  What could Mr. Morrison have in mind?

They soon found out.  He led them down into the cellar and showed them some old baseballs, some bats, some gloves, and, best of all, a good catcher’s mask.