"There he is! I see him! There's the boy who has been ringing the bell!"
He pointed up to the steeple. Climbing out of one of the little windows, near the top, could be seen something small and black.
"It's a boy—a little boy!" cried Mr. Gordon.
"Oh, he'll fall!" gasped Mrs. Brown. "The poor little fellow! How will he ever get down?"
Indeed he was very high above the ground. But he did not seem to be afraid.
"Little tyke!" said a man. "He ought to be spanked for this! I wonder whose boy he is?"
"I'm glad it isn't Bunny or Sue," said Mrs. Brown.
"Yes, they are safe at home in bed," answered Mr. Brown.
And, all this while, mind you, Bunny and Sue were right there in the crowd, where they could hear their father and their mother talking. But Mr. and Mrs. Brown did not see their children.
"Who are you, up there on that steeple?" cried Mr. Gordon. "Whose boy are you, and what are you doing there?"