This Mr. Brown promised to do, and soon he and Mart and Bunker were back at the Brown home. Mrs. Brown looked very much disappointed and worried when her husband came in without Bunny.
"Oh, where can he be?" she cried.
Just then the heavy tramp of feet was heard on the porch.
"Maybe this is Bunny!" exclaimed Mart.
And Bunny Brown it was, all covered with snow flakes, his eyes shining and his cheeks red with the cold. He carried a small basket in one hand, and the other was clasped in that of Mr. Raymond, the man who owned the hardware store.
"Why Bunny Brown! where have you been?" cried his mother, as the lamp light shone on his flushed face, and made the snowflakes sparkle.
"And what have you got in the basket?" asked Sue.
"That's Peter," was the answer, and before any one could ask who Peter was, if they had wished to, there came a loud crow from the basket.
"A rooster!" cried Mrs. Brown.
"Yes," said Bunny. "Peter—he's George's pet bantam rooster. And he crowed at the wrong time in the practice to-day—I mean Peter crowed—so I took him down into Mr. Raymond's cellar. And then I forgot all about him, and I left him there, and I thought of him after supper, and I guessed he'd be hungry, so I went back to get him."