"Well, you broke my window, young man, and you've got to pay for it!"
"I—I will!" faltered Bunny. "I have some money in my bank, and if you come home with me I'll take it out and pay you."
Mr. Morrison seemed surprised at this. In times past when his windows were broken the boys had run away, or, if they had not, they had been saucy to him and had refused to pay for any glass. This was something new.
"What's your name?" asked Mr. Morrison.
"Bunny Brown," was the answer.
"Does your father keep the boat dock where Bunker Blue works?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh," said Mr. Morrison, not so angry now. "Well, of course this window has to be paid for, but I know your father, Bunny Brown. He and I do business together. And Bunker Blue does me favors once in a while. I guess there won't be any hurry about paying for this glass. You can pay me five cents a week if you want to. And I should think the other boys ought to chip in and help you pay for it. That's what we used to do when I played ball. If a window was broken we all helped pay for it."
"I'll help," offered one boy.
"So will I!" said another.