At first she was a bit frightened, but when she saw that Sue was smiling, and that Bunny was just ready to laugh, Aunt Lu laughed also.

“Well, if none of you is hurt, and nothing broken, I think this is very funny!” Aunt Lu exclaimed.  “Oh, but what a mix-up!”

Splash, the big dog, seemed to think so too, for he barked—­not a cross, ugly bark, but a sort of laughing kind—­as if, he, also, felt that it was jolly fun.

Then Splash saw the little yellow dog in Bunny’s arms, and the big dog went up to him, wagging his tail, while the two sort of rubbed noses—­ you know the way dogs do instead of shaking hands, or paws, I suppose I should say, and right away they were friends.

“Oh, look! look!” Sue exclaimed, now laughing herself.  “I thought I had my doll, and—­it’s Bunny’s leg!”

“Huh!  I wondered what was holding me.” exclaimed the little boy.

Sue let go of him, and Bunny got up.  Then he rolled the lemonade box away from Sue, for it was resting partly on her, and by this time the little yellow dog (which Bunny had put down) was making better friends than ever with Splash.

 [Illustration:  “Get under the box, sue!” He cried.]

Then Aunt Lu saw the tin can tied to the yellow dog’s tail, and she cried out: 

“Oh, what a shame!  Who did that?”

“We didn’t!” Bunny answered quickly.

“Oh, of course not!  I know you wouldn’t do such a thing,” returned his aunt.  “Here, little dog, I’ll cut it off for you,” and she took her scissors out of her apron pocket, for she had been sewing just before coming out to look at the lemonade stand.  “I’ll cut it off for you,” said Aunt Lu.

“Oh, don’t cut off his tail!” begged Sue.

“Of course not!” laughed Aunt Lu.  “I meant I’d cut off the tin can.  You poor little doggie!  No wonder you were frightened.  And now tell me all how it happened,” she went on, as she snipped, with her scissors, the string around the little yellow dog’s tail.  He seemed very happy to be free of the tin can.

“Well, it just happened—­that’s all,” said Bunny.  “He ran into our lemonade stand, and upset it.”

“But I guess he didn’t mean to,” remarked Sue, who had, by this time, found her real doll in the long grass.

“No, he was so scared that he didn’t know where he was running,” decided Aunt Lu.  “Well, now I’ll help you pick things up, and then you had better come to the house.  Haven’t you sold enough lemonade for one day?”

“I guess so,” answered Bunny.

“Did you lose the money?” asked Sue anxiously.  “Where is the money we got?”

“In my pocket,” Bunny replied.  It was lucky he had put it there, or, when the box was knocked over, the pennies and five cent pieces might have been scattered in the grass and lost.

But everything was all right, and not a glass was broken, for they fell in soft, grassy places.  The lemonade was spilled, of course, a little of it going on Bunny and Sue.  But they did not mind that.  And, best of all, the little dog no longer had a tin can tied to his tail.