“Yep, the very same,” agreed Sue. “I can tell by that pile of old tin cans,” and she pointed to it at the side of the deserted factory.
And that is just what had happened. The children had gone around in a perfect square, walking through alleys that were on all four sides of the old factory, and they had come back to the same place whence they started. It was very strange. It was worse than that—it was frightening. Sue acted as if she were going to cry again, and Bunny got out his handkerchief.
“You—you needn’t—I—I’m not going to make any more tears,” said Sue, fighting to keep them back.
“No, don’t,” begged Bunny. “You don’t need to cry. I’ll take you home.”
“Well, I wish you would—right away!” exclaimed Sue. “I don’t like it here and I’m hungry and I don’t think Patter is here at all!”
“No, Patter isn’t here,” agreed Bunny. “If he was here he could show us the way out pretty quick, I guess. But he isn’t here.”
For a few moments the little boy and girl stood still, hardly knowing what to do. It seemed of no use to walk along the alleys again, for they would only wander around and around the old, deserted factory building.
Suddenly a loud banging sound startled both Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue. Sue took a tighter hold of her brother’s hand.
“What was that?” she asked.
“I—I don’t know,” Bunny answered.