Bunny looked at his sister. He saw her lips beginning to tremble, dark as it was under the trees. And when Sue's lips quivered in that way Bunny knew what it meant.
"Sue, are you going to cry?" he asked, coming to a stop after they had walked on a little way. "Are you going to cry—real?"
"I—I was, Bunny," she answered. "Don't you want me to?"
"No, I don't!" he said, very decidedly. "It's of no use to cry, 'cause you can't find your house that way, and it makes your nose hurt. Don't cry, Sue."
"All right, I won't," bravely agreed the little girl. "I won't cry real, I'll just cry make-believe."
And then and there some tears rolled out of her eyes, down her cheeks, and dropped on the ground. Sue also "sniffled" a little, and she seemed to be holding back gasping, choking sounds in her throat.
Bunny looked at her in some surprise. He saw the salty tears on her cheeks.
"That's awful like real crying, Sue," he said.
"Well, it isn't. It's only make-believe, like—like the crying we saw the lady do in the mov-movin' pictures!" exclaimed Sue, choking back what was really a real sob. "I'm only making believe," she went on. "But if we don't stop being lost pretty soon, Bunny, maybe I'll have to cry real."
"Well," answered the little boy, with a sigh, as he took a firmer hold of Sue's hand, "maybe you will."