CHAPTER IV
A RUNAWAY
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, who were standing on their tiptoes to look at the orange blossoms in the box, turned quickly and glanced at the door as the pounding sounded again.
"I wonder who that can be," said Mother Brown, pausing with the box cover in her hand.
"I'll go and see," offered Mr. Brown. "It's queer they didn't go to the front door."
"Maybe it's somebody from the post-office come to take our orange blossoms away," suggested Bunny.
"What would they do that for?" Sue wanted to know.
"'Cause," answered Bunny, "maybe the orange blossoms came to the wrong place and have to go to somebody else, like that letter one day." He was speaking of a time when the letter carrier left a wrong missive at Mr. Brown's home, and came later to get it.
"Oh, these are daddy's orange blossoms all right!" said Mrs. Brown, as she looked at the address on the box. "They came to him at his office on the dock."