"Ugh!" grunted Bunny, for Sue was rather heavy and she took his breath
away.
"Oh, Bunny, did I hurt you?" asked the little girl, as she got up. "Did
I, Bunny?"
"Nope, you didn't hurt me, Sue. Falling down did--a little, but I fell
on something soft, I guess."
Bunny stood up and looked. He had fallen on a pile of cloth bags which
the painters had left inside the house. It was lucky for Bunny that the
bags were there, or he might have been badly bruised. As it was he and
Sue were not hurt, and, having picked themselves up, and brushed off
their clothes, they were ready to go back home.
And it was quite time, too, for the shadows were getting longer and
longer out in the street, as the sun went down.
"It was the front door that blew shut with such a bang," Bunny said, as
he and Sue went down the long, front hall. "It was open when we came in,
but it's shut now."
"The wind blew it, I guess," said Sue. "I wonder if you can get it open,
Bunny?"
"Sure!" her brother said.
But when Bunny tried to open the front door he could not.
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