"What's that? Isn't Bunny here?" asked Mr. Brown, who was busy talking to Mr. Treadwell about the play.
"This is the first I knew he wasn't here," answered Mrs. Brown. "Did any one see him go out?"
No one had.
"Perhaps he is upstairs," said Lucile.
"No, he wouldn't go up to bed without telling me," said Mrs. Brown. "Besides, he's been teasing me all evening to get his stockings ready to hang up, and he wouldn't go without them. Where can he be?"
"He isn't in the kitchen," said Sue, for she had gone out to look, and had come back again.
"Perhaps he is hiding away from you, just for fun," said Mart.
"He sometimes does play tricks," remarked Mr. Brown. "I'll take a look."
They all looked, and they called, but Bunny could not be found. He did not seem to be in the house. Mr. Brown even opened the back door and shouted, thinking perhaps Bunny had gone out to see that the Shetland pony was all right, as he sometimes did.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown, "where can he be?"