She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out one of the green leaves which a little while before she had used as money when she and Bunny were playing store.
“There’s my ticket,” said the little girl.
“Yes,” agreed her brother, looking closely at it, “I see it’s a ticket all right. You’re going to the West Indies, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” replied Sue, “to the West Indies.”
Bunny punched the ticket by putting a hole in the leaf with a small twig. Then he held out his hand again.
“What you want now?” asked Sue. “I gave you my ticket.”
“I must have a ticket for that child,” said Bunny sternly. “She’s more’n five years old.”
Once he had been on a street car with his mother and he had heard the conductor say this to a woman with a little girl.
“Yes, Annabell is more’n five years old,” Sue said. “But I didn’t know I had to have a ticket for her.”
“Well, you have to,” declared Bunny.