“Let’s go to look for that red paint,” he said.

“All right,” agreed Sue.  Her little legs were beginning to get tired from running up the stairs so often.

Back up to the second floor went the children, looking through the vacant rooms.  But no paint pots did they see.

“I guess all the paint is outside,” said Bunny.  “We’ll go down and get some.”

“Maybe the man wouldn’t like us to take it,” said Sue.

“We’ll pay him for it, if he wants money,” Bunny replied, as though he had plenty.  “Mother or Aunt Lu will give us pennies soon,” he said, “and I can give the man mine.  I only want about a penny’s worth of red paint Come on, we’ll go out, Sue, and get some.”

“Yes, and then we’d better go home,” Sue went on.  “I guess it’s going to be dark pretty soon,” and she looked out of a window.  It was getting on toward evening, but the children had been having so much fun that they had not noticed this.

Bunny and Sue walked through all the upstairs rooms of the empty house.  In one Bunny saw something that made him call out: 

“Oh, Sue, look!  A lot of picture books!  Let’s sit down and read them!”

Of course Bunny and Sue could not read, though the little boy knew some of his letters.  So when he said “read” he meant look at the pictures.  The books were some old magazines that the family, in moving away from the house, had left behind.  Bunny and Sue made each a little pile of the paper books for seats and then they sat there looking at the pictures in another pile of magazines on the floor beside them.

“Oh, look at this dog, riding on a horse’s back!” exclaimed Bunny, showing Sue a picture he had found in his book.

“Yes, it’s like in a circus,” Sue agreed.  “And see, here’s a colored picture of a cow.  Oh, I wish I had a drink of milk, Bunny.  I’m hungry!  It must be pretty near supper time.”

“I guess it is,” the little fellow agreed, as he patted his own stomach.  “We’ll go home, Sue.  I wonder if we couldn’t take some of those books with us?”

“I guess so,” Sue said.  “Nobody wants ’em.”

“And, anyhow, we didn’t get any red paint, though maybe I can find some outside,” Bunny said.  “We’ll each take a book.”

It took a little time for Bunny and Sue each to pick out the book, with the pictures in it, that was most liked.  But finally, each with a magazine held tightly, the children started to go down stairs.

“Here I go!” cried Bunny again, as he straddled the banister railing.  Down he slid, but this time Sue did not wait until her brother had reached the bottom post.

She put her own fat little legs over the rail, and down she went, bumping right into Bunny and knocking him off the post on to the floor.  And, that was not all, for she fell right on top of him.

“Ugh!” grunted Bunny, for Sue was rather heavy and she took his breath away.

“Oh, Bunny, did I hurt you?” asked the little girl, as she got up.  “Did I, Bunny?”