And so, not having found Bunny's kite, he and his sister Sue, and Wopsie, stood by the stoop, and watched the poor, ragged children at their play-party.
It was just like the ones Bunny and Sue sometimes had. There was make believe pie, cake, lemonade and ice-cream. And the children on the stoop, in the big, busy street of New York, had just as much fun at their play-party as Bunny and Sue had at theirs, in the beautiful country, or by the seashore.
"Now we're goin' to have the ice-cream," said the big girl, as she smoothed down her ragged dress. "And don't none of you eat it too fast, or it'll give you a face-ache, 'cause it's awful cold."
Then she made believe to dish out the pretend-ice-cream, and the children made believe to eat it with imaginary spoons.
"I couldn't have no more, could I?" asked a little girl.
"Why Lizzie Bloomenstine! I should say not!" cried the big girl. "The ice-cream is all gone. Hello, what you lookin' at?" she asked quickly as she saw Bunny, Sue and Wopsie.
For a moment Bunny did not answer. The big girl frowned, and the others at the play-party did not seem pleased.
"Go on away an' let us alone!" the big girl said. "Can't we have a party without you swells comin' to stare at us?"
Bunny and Sue really were not staring at the play-party to be impolite.