He stopped the picture film, and turned on a plain, white light, very strong and glaring, Just like the headlights of an automobile.  Bunny and Sue could hardly see, and they looked like two black shadows on the white screen.

“Look!  Look!  It’s part of the show!” said some persons in front.

“Maybe they’re going to sing,” said others.

“Or do a little act.”

“Oh, aren’t they cute!” laughed a lady.

By this time the piano player had stopped making music.  She knew that something was wrong.  So did the moving picture man up in his little iron box, and so did the usher—­that’s the man who shows you where to find a seat.  The usher came hurrying down the aisle.

“Hello, youngsters!” he called out, but he was not in the least bit cross.  “Where did you get in?” he asked.

By this time the lights all over the place had been turned up, and Bunny and Sue could see the crowd, while the audience could also see them.  Bunny blinked and smiled, but Sue was bashful, and tried to hide behind her brother.  This made the people laugh still more.

“How did you get in, and who is with you?” asked the usher.

“We walked in the door over there,” and Bunny pointed to the side one.  “And we came all alone.  We’re waiting for Aunt Lu.”

“Oh, then she is coming?”

“I don’t guess so,” Bunny said.  “We didn’t tell her we were coming here.”

“Well, well!” exclaimed the usher-man.  “What does it all mean?  Did your Aunt Lu send you on ahead?  We don’t let little children in here unless some older person is with them, but—­”

“We just comed in,” Sue said.  “The door was open, and we wanted to see the pictures, so we comed in; didn’t we Bunny?”

“Yes,” he said.  “But we’d like to sit down.  We can’t see good up here.”

“No, you are a little too close to the screen,” said the usher.  “Well, I’d send you home if I knew where you lived, but—­”

“I know them!” called out a woman near the front of the theatre.  “That is Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.  They live just up the street.  I’ll take them home.”

“Thank you; that’s very kind of you,” said the man.  “I guess their folks must be worrying about them.  Please take them home.”

“We don’t want to go home!” exclaimed Sue.  “We want to see the pictures; don’t we, Bunny?”

“Yes,” answered the little fellow, “but maybe we’d better go and get Aunt Lu.”

“I think so myself,” laughed the usher.  “You can come some other time, youngsters.  But bring your aunt, or your mother, with you; and don’t come in the side door.  I’ll have to keep some one there, if it’s going to be open, or I’ll have more tots walking in without paying.”

“Come the next time, with your aunt or mother,” he went on, “and I’ll give you free tickets.  It won’t cost you even a penny!”

“Oh, goodie!” cried Sue.  She was willing to go home now, and the lady who said she knew them—­who was a Mrs. Wakefield, and lived not far from the Brown home—­took Bunny and Sue by the hands and led them out of the theatre.