"Oh, here's a horse. Sue!" he cried, as he went into the barn.
Looking over the edge of the manger, or box where his hay and oats were put, was a brown horse. He sniffed at the children, and whinnied, as if glad to see them. When a horse whinnies it is just as if he laughs.
"Hullo!" said Bunny, and, liking horses, and not being afraid, he went up and patted this one on the nose. "Come on, Sue, rub him."
"No, Bunny, I'm afraid!"
"Oh, he won't hurt you."
"Well, I—I can't reach!"
"I'll get you a box to stand on, Sue."
Bunny looked around, and found a box. He was putting it in front of the stall of the brown horse, stooping over to get it just right, when he felt some one pulling on his coat.
"Don't do that. Sue!" cried Bunny.
"I'm not doing anything," she answered.
"Yes you are, too! You're pulling my coat, and I can't fix the box."
"Oh, Bunny Brown! I am not!" And Sue stood right in front of her brother so he could
