"
"But this isn't Friday," objected Sue. "It's Thursday."
"Well, it's only pretend," went on Bunny.
"Oh, yes. I forgot. So Robinson had a colored man named Friday to help
him,"
"Yes," Bunny said, "and we'll play that game. I'll be Robinson."
"But who is going to be Friday?" Sue wanted to know.
"You can be."
"But I'm not a man, and I'm not colored, Bunny."
"We'll have to pretend that, too. You'll be my man Friday, and we'll go
to live in the little tent over there," and Bunny pointed toward the
leafy bower he had found. "And you can be colored, too, if you want,
Sue," he said. "You could rub some mud on your face and hands."
"Oh, let's! That's what I'll do!" and Sue laid aside the stick to which
Bunny had tied the fishline and the bent pin. "That will be fun!" Sue
said. "It will be better than the Punch and Judy show with the lobster
claw on your nose."
"But you mustn't get your dress muddy," Bunny cautioned his sister.
"Mother wouldn't like that."
[Illustration with caption: FOR A MOMENT SUE LAY THERE, STILL CHOKING
AND GASPING]
"I won't," promised Sue.
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