"You here?" he asked again. "How in the world did you come here?"
"Why--why," began Bunny, his eyes opening wide. "You said we could have
a ride, Mr. Reinberg. Don't you remember?"
"That's so. I do remember something about it," the man said. "I declare,
I was so busy thinking about my store, and some post-office letters,
that I forgot all about you. But I thought you were to ask your mother
if you could have a ride."
"Why--why, we thought you would take us around to our house, in the
automobile, so we could ask her," Bunny said.
Mr. Reinberg laughed.
"Well, well!" he cried. "This is a joke! You thought one thing and I
thought another. After you spoke to me, and I went in the post-office, I
supposed you had run home to ask your folks."
"No," said Bunny, "we didn't. We got in your auto 'cause we thought you
wanted us to."
"Ha! Ha!" laughed the dry-goods-store man. "This is very funny! And when
I came out of the post-office, and didn't see anything of you, I thought
your folks wouldn't let you go, as you hadn't come back.
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