"Have you children been bumping noses again?" she asked. This was a game Bunny and Sue sometimes played, though they had been told not to.
"No, Mother; we weren't 'zactly banging noses," explained Bunny. "We were just seeing who could make the flattest one on the window, and Sue bumped her nose too hard. I didn't do anything!"
"No, it—it wasn't Bun—Bunny's fault!" sobbed Sue. "I did it myself! I was trying to—to flatter my nose more'n his!"
"You shouldn't play such games," said Mother Brown. "I'm sorry, Sue! Let me see! Is your nose bleeding?" and she gently took the little girl's hand down.
"Is—is—it?" asked Sue herself, stopping her sobs long enough to find out if anything more than a bump had taken place.
"No, it isn't bleeding," said Mrs. Brown. "Now be good children. You can't go out in the rain, so don't ask it. Play something else, can't you?"
"Could we play store?" asked Bunny, with a sudden idea. It was not altogether new, as often before, on other rainy days, he and Sue had done this.
"Oh, yes, let's keep store!" cried Sue, forgetting all about her bumped nose.
"That will be nice," said Mother Brown. "Tell Mary to let you have some things with which to play store. You may play in the kitchen, as Mary is working upstairs now."
"Oh, now we'll have fun!" cried Sue, clapping her hands.