“My!  What kept you?” asked Mrs. Brown, as they entered the house.  “I did not want you to stay so long away.”

“It was the goat that made me,” Sue said, and then she and Bunny told of their adventure.

“Well, of course you couldn’t help that,” Mrs. Brown said with a smile.  “Something new always seems to be happening to you children.  Now wash and come to your meal.”

There were jam tarts for dessert that day, and as Bunny ate his, the raspberry jam coming up through the three small holes in the top crust, the little fellow said: 

“These are so good!  Who made them?”

“Aunt Lu did,” answered his mother. ’"Aren’t they nice?”

“Lovely!” murmured Sue.  “May I have another, Mother?”

“I think so, as they are small.”

“And I want one!” Bunny exclaimed.  “They taste just like—­just like a play-party!” he finished.

“So they do!” cried Sue.  “I was trying to think what it was they tasted like—­but it’s a party!”

“What a queer way for jam tarts to taste!” laughed Aunt Lu.  “But I am glad you like them.  I’ll make some more some day.”

“Oh, fine!” exclaimed Bunny.  “And oh, Mother!  Maybe we could have one!” His eyes were shining brightly.

“Have one what?” asked Mrs. Brown.

“Why, one party,” Bunny replied.  “Could Sue and I have a little party, and would Aunt Lu bake some jam tarts for us?”

“I’ll bake the tarts, if your mother wants you to have the party,” Aunt Lu answered.

Mrs. Brown thought for a moment.

“Well,” she said slowly, “I suppose you could have a little party.  Not a very big one, as I am so busy.  Just a few of your friends to eat on the lawn under the trees.”

“Oh, that would be lovely!” Sue cried.

“And we’ll have some boys, and not all girls!” Bunny declared.

“Half girls and half boys,” Aunt Lu suggested.  “And I’ll make half jam tarts and half jelly ones, so they may take their choice.”

“And I’ll bake a cake for Splash!” exclaimed Sue.  “He likes cake.  We might give the party for him,” she went on.  “That would be fun!”

“And they could all bring our dog presents—­bones and things like that,” laughed Bunny.

And so it was decided.  The party would be for Splash, though of course he would not be allowed to eat all the good things.  Bunny Brown and his sister Sue wanted those for themselves and their playmates.

The next day Bunny and Sue went around to the different houses, where their little friends lived, and each one was asked to come to the party.  “Oh, I’m so glad you asked me!” cried Sadie West, when Sue told about the fun they would have.

“I want you more than anyone,” was Sue’s reply.

“And how funny to have the party for Splash!” Sadie went on.

“Well, dogs like nice things.”

“Of course they do.  I think it’s just fine!” and Sadie clapped her hands.  “I’ll tie a little pink ribbon on the bone I bring your dog.”