“I wonder who did it?” asked Sue.

“Oh, some bad boys, I suppose,” answered her aunt.  “Boys who tie cans to dogs’ tails don’t stop to think how frightened the poor animals may get.  But I’m glad this was no worse.  Now, little yellow dog, you had better run home, that is if you have a home.”

The yellow dog seemed to have some place to go.  For, after he had once more rubbed noses with Splash, had barked, as if saying good-bye, and had wagged his tail joyfully, away he trotted down the street.

Now and then he looked back, as if to thank Bunny and Sue, and their aunt, for what they had done for him, or perhaps he was looking to make sure the banging, dangling tin can was no longer fast to his tail.

But it was not, for Aunt Lu had tossed it away.  Then she helped Bunny and Sue carry in the pitcher and glasses, and put away the box that had been used for a stand.

“We’ll sell some more lemonade to-morrow,” Bunny said.

“Yes,” agreed Sue.  “We want to get a lot of money for poor folks.”

“How much did you take in?” Aunt Lu wanted to know.

Bunny gave it to her to count, as he could not go higher than ten, and there was more money than that.

“Why you have twenty-one cents!” Aunt Lu exclaimed.  “That’s fine, children!  I’ll keep it for you, and if you do get more I’ll put it all together, and give it to Old Miss Hollyhock for you.”

But Bunny Brown and his sister Sue did not sell lemonade next day.  One reason was because it rained, and, for another, they found something else to do.

The Brown house was the nicest place you could think of in which to spend a rainy day, that is the big attic was, and it was up there that Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were always allowed to play.

The day after they had had the lemonade stand the rain came down very hard.  Bunny and Sue stood with their noses pressed flat against the window panes.

“Oh dear!” sighed Sue.

“Oh dear!” sighed Bunny.

“Tut!  Tut!” exclaimed their mother.  “I know what that means.  Up to the attic with you, and play some of your games!”

“Oh yes!” cried Bunny joyfully.

“We’ll play trolley car with the spinning wheel!” said Sue.

This was only one of the games they played.  There was a big spinning wheel up in the attic.  It had belonged to Mrs. Brown’s grandmother, and in the olden days, before yarn for socks and mittens was made by machinery, it was spun on a spinning wheel.  This was a big wheel, as large as one on a wagon, but not so heavy.  And it went around and around, very easily.

Bunny and Sue would sit on a trunk, spin the wheel, and make believe they were in a trolley car.  They would take turns being the motorman.  Sometimes Bunny would have that place, while Sue would be the conductor, and again Bunny would collect the fare and let Sue spin the wheel.

All that rainy day Bunny and Sue played in the attic, making up many new games about which I shall tell you another time.  They had so much fun that they could hardly believe it when night came, and it was time to go to bed.