“I’ll answer it!” called Bunny, for he knew his mother was down in the kitchen, helping the maid get supper ready. It was almost supper time. Bunny could tell this, he said, “by the empty feeling in his little tummy.”
Ting-a-ling! rang the telephone again.
“I’m going!” fairly shouted Bunny, for he heard the footsteps of his sister Sue coming down the hall.
“I want to answer it!” cried Sue. “It’s my turn, Bunny Brown!”
“No, ’tisn’t! It’s mine!” and Bunny fairly yelled this, he was so excited.
“Children! Children!” gently called their mother, as she opened the kitchen door, thereby letting out the delicious smell of baking tarts, of which Bunny and his sister were very fond. “Gently, children!” begged Mrs. Brown. “I can’t have you answering the telephone if you are going to shout like that. Think what the person on the other end of the wire would say if they heard you.”
Ting-a-ling-a-ling! rang the bell again so loudly and so long that it seemed to mean some one was very impatient on the other end of the line, though of course the girl in the central office was doing the ringing.
“I’m going!” cried Bunny.
“I’m going!” exclaimed Sue.
“You may both go,” decided Mrs. Brown. “Sue, you may talk over the telephone that is down in the library. Bunny, you go upstairs and talk over the telephone in the sitting room.”