Bunny was inside the little theatre that Bunker had made.  It had a curtain that opened when Bunny pulled the string.  He had his funny lobster claw with him.

“And am I to come in for nothing?” asked Aunt Lu, as she walked into the barn.

“Yes,” said Bunny, putting his head out between the curtains, for he was not all dressed yet.  “The show is for you, Aunt Lu.  So you will not feel so sad.”

“About your lost diamond ring,” added Sue.

“Bless your hearts!  What dear children you are!” said Aunt Lu, and something glistened in her eyes as bright as a diamond—­perhaps it was a tear—­but if so it was a tear of joy.

“All ready for the show now!” cried Bunker.  “Please all sit down!”

Down they sat on the benches, some men and some ladies, but mostly children, friends of Bunny and Sue.

“Are you all ready, Bunny?” asked Bunker, going close to the little theatre.

“Yes, I’m all ready.”

“Have you got your lobster claw on?”

“Yes.  I’m going to open the curtain now.”

The curtain opened in the middle, and there stood Bunny.  You could only see down to his waist, but such a funny face as he had!  The lobster claw, tied over his nose, made him look exactly like the pictures of Mr. Punch.

Bunny made a bow, and then, instead of saying some of the funny things that Mr. Punch in the show always says, Bunny sang a little song, while Bunker Blue played on a mouth organ.  This is what Bunny sang: 

“This little show is for Aunt Lu. 
 Of course we’re glad of others, too. 
 We want to cheer, and make her glad,
 So she won’t feel so very sad. 
 We hope she finds her diamond ring,
 And this is all that I can sing!”

That was what Bunny sang, in his queer, “nosey” voice, to a queer little tune that Bunker played on the mouth organ.  And, when Bunny had finished, he made a funny little bow, and said: 

“I didn’t make up that song.  Bunker did!”

Then how everybody clapped their hands, and George Watson called out: 

“Three cheers for Bunker Blue!”

Then began the real Punch and Judy show—­that is, as much of it as Bunny and Sue could manage.

“I wonder where Mrs. Punch is?” asked Bunny, twisting his head around.

“Here I is!” cried Sue, and up she popped.  She had been stooping down so she would not be seen until just the right time.

“And where is the baby?” asked Mr. Punch, looking first on one side and then the other, of his big lobster claw nose.

“Here she is!” and Sue held up one of her old dolls.

“Ah, ha!  Ah, ha!” said Mr. Punch.  “She is a bad baby, and I am going to whip her!”

And then, with a stick, he hit the doll until some of the sawdust came flying out.

“Don’t do that!” begged Sue.  “You mustn’t spoil my doll, Bunny!”

“I’ve got to do it,” said Bunny in a whisper.  “I have to, Sue, it’s part of the show.”  But Sue took her doll away from her brother.