"Oh! Look out!" cried Bunny. "You nearly broke it."
"I didn't mean to."
"No. But I guess we'd better not try to raise the window. We might break
the glass."
Bunny knew a boy who, when playing ball, broke a window, and he had to
save up all his pennies for a month to pay for the new glass. Bunny did
not want to do that.
So the children went away from the window.
"Say, Sue," said Bunny, after a bit, "we can play we are camping out
here. That would be fun, and we can make a bed of the pieces of bags
that I fell on off the banister, and--"
"But I'm hungry, and there's nothing to eat!" Sue exclaimed. "When we
camp out, or go on a picnic, there are things to eat."
"That's so," agreed Bunny. "This isn't as much fun as I thought it was.
I wish I hadn't tried to get any red paint."
"So do I," Sue said, but she was not blaming her brother. She had been
just as anxious to go into the vacant house as he had been.
The children did not know what to do. They were both ready to cry, but
neither Wanted to. It was getting dark now.
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