"Knows what?" asked the red-haired lad, stopping near the two children. "What do you think I know?"
"Where the circus is going to be," replied Bunny. "Do you know where they'll put up the tent?"
Bunker squinted at the circus poster.
"No, I don't know exactly where it will be," he said, "and it doesn't tell on that sign. But it says the circus is coming day after to-morrow. You could find out from your grandpa's hired man, though, where the tents will be. I guess they will put them up in the same place they had them last year, and the hired man was here then. He's worked for your grandpa a good many years. Ask the hired man."
"We will," Bunny said.
"Are you thinking of going to the circus?" asked Bunker.
"We—we'd like to," answered Sue softy.
"And maybe we will," added her brother.
"You're too little to go to a circus," said Bunker Blue, "and I don't believe any of the big folks are going. I'd like to go myself, but I don't believe I can."
"Well, we're going, anyhow," whispered Bunny to Sue, so Bunker would not hear.