"Bunny Bunny Brown Where are you?" Bunny's mother stood on the front porch, looking first in the yard, then up and down the street in front of the house. But she did not see her little boy. "Sue Sue, dear Where are you, and where is Bunny?" Again Mrs. Brown called. This time she had an answer. "Here I am, Mother. On the side porch."

"Oh, isn't it just splendid, Ruth? Don't you feel like singing and dancing? Come on, let's have a two-step I'll whistle " "Alice How can you be so-so boisterous?" expostulated the taller of two girls, who stood in the middle of their small and rather shabby parlor. "Boisterous Weren't you going to say-rude?" laughingly asked the one who had first spoken. "Come, now, 'fess up Weren't you?" and the shorter of the twain, a girl rather plump and pretty, with merry brown eyes, put her arm about the waist of her sister and endeavored to lead her through the maze of chairs in the whirl of a...

The Monkey on a Stick opened his eyes and looked around. That is he tried to look around; but all he could see, on all sides of him, was pasteboard box. He was lying on his back, with his hands and feet clasped around the stick, up which he had climbed so often. "Well, this is very strange," said the Monkey on a Stick, as he rubbed his nose with one hand, "very strange indeed Why should I wake up here, when last night I went to sleep in the toy store? I can't understand this at all "

"Well, Ruth, aren't you almost ready?" "Just a moment, Alice. I can't seem to get my collar fastened in the back. I wish I'd used the old-fashioned hooks and eyes instead of those new snaps." "Oh, I think those snaps are just adorable " "Oh, Alice DeVere Using such an extreme expression " "What expression, Ruth?" "'Adorable ' You sometimes accuse me of using slang, and there you go--" "'Adorable' isn't slang," retorted Alice. "Oh, isn't it though? Since when?"

"Oh, Bunny Here comes Bunker Blue " "Where is he? I don't see him " Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue were playing on the shady side porch of their house one morning, when the little girl, looking up from a cracker box which had been made into a bed-where she was putting her doll to sleep-saw a tall boy walking up the path.

"Let me count noses now, to see if you're all here," said Mother Bunker with a laugh, as her flock of children gathered around her. "Don't you want some help?" asked Grandma Bell. "Can you count so many boys and girls all alone, Amy?" "Oh, I think so," answered Mother Bunker. "You see I am used to it. I count them every time we come to the woods, and each time I start for home, to be sure none has been left behind. Now then, children Attention as the soldier captain says."

"Bunny Bunny Brown Sue, dear Aren't you going to get up?" Mrs. Brown stood in the hall, calling to her two sleeping children. The sun was shining brightly out of doors, but the little folks had not yet gotten out of bed. "My But you are sleeping late this morning " went on Mrs. Brown. "Come, Bunny Sue It's time for breakfast " There was a patter of bare feet in one room. Then a little voice called. "Oh, Bunny I'm up first. Come on, we'll go and help grandma feed the chickens "

Toot Toot Tootity-toot-toot "Goodness me who is blowing the horn?" asked the Talking Doll, as she sat up on the shelf in the toy shop. "This isn't Friday; and we don't want any fish " "Speak for yourself, if you please," said a large, white China Cat, who had just finished washing a few specks of dirt off her shiny coat with her red tongue. "I could enjoy a bit of fish right now."

"Oh, Daddy, come and take him off He's a terrible big one, and he's winkin' one of his claws at me Come and take him off " "All right, Mun Bun. I'll be there in just a second. Hold him under water so he won't let go, and I'll get him for you." Daddy Bunker, who had been reading the paper on the porch of Cousin Tom's bungalow at Seaview, hurried down to the little pier that was built out into Clam River. On the end of the pier stood a little boy, who was called Mun Bun, but whose real name was Munroe Ford Bunker. However, he was almost always called Mun Bun.

"Attention " That was the word of command heard in the toy section of a large department store one night, after all the customers and clerks had gone home. "Attention " "Dear me, what is going on?" asked a Calico Clown, as he looked around the corner of a pile of gaily colored building blocks.