“Oh, Bunny!  Bunny!  What are we going to do?” cried his sister Sue.

Bunny swallowed a sort of lump in his throat that always seemed to come when he was a bit frightened.  Then he looked around.  Next he glanced at Sue.

“Get under the box, Sue!” he cried.  “Then the dog can’t get you!”

“But what will you do?” asked the little girl.  “I don’t want you to get hurt, Bunny.”

“I—­I won’t be afraid,” said the little boy.  “I—­I’ll pour lemonade on the dog, and that will make him run away.”

“Oh—­Oh!” gasped Sue.  “Throw away our good lemonade?”

“We can make more,” said Bunny.  “There’s only a little left, anyhow.”

He reached for the pitcher.  At the same time Sue started to crawl under the empty box they had made into a lemonade stand.

But the yelping, yellow dog, with the tin can tied to his tail, was coming faster than either Bunny or Sue thought.  Before Bunny could take up the nearly empty pitcher of lemonade, or before Sue could crawl under the box, the dog was upon them.

Right under the box the poor, frightened creature ran, thinking, I suppose, that it would be a good place to hide and get away from that terrible tin can that was pounding after him, no matter how fast he went.

So into the box he ran, and I think you can guess what happened.  The dog was going so fast, and the box, not being held down to the ground, was so easily pushed over, that it toppled to one side.

And, as Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were standing near the box, it fell over on them, and the lemonade pitcher upset, and the lemonade in it splashed all over the little boy and his sister.  The glasses bounced off into the grass, and the dog suddenly turned a somersault, and fell on top of Bunny, Sue, the box and the lemonade pitcher.

And that’s what happened, just as you must have guessed.

For a few seconds there was such a tangle of dog, lemonade, pitcher, lemonade stand, to say nothing of Bunny and Sue, that if any one had been there to see he would hardly have known which was the dog, and which was Bunny and Sue.

“Oh!  Oh!  Oh!” cried the little girl.

“What—­what’s the matter?” gasped Bunny.

The dog howled, barked and whined, and then the box rolled to one side, and so did the now empty pitcher of lemonade.  Sue found herself sitting on the grass, holding what she thought was her doll, but which was really one of Bunny’s chubby legs.

Bunny lay on his back, and in his arms he held—­what do you think?  Why the little yellow dog, to be sure!

And now the dog stopped howling and barking, for he must have known that Bunny and Sue would be his friends, and he was not afraid any more.  And that is the way they were when Aunt Lu and Splash, the big dog, came out to see how the two little lemonade sellers were getting along.

“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Aunt Lu.  “Oh my goodness!  What has happened?”