“Bunny! Bunny! Where are you?” she called. “I see your basket but I don’t see you!”
Just then a good, green apple fell at Sue’s feet. By good is meant that the apple was not wormy, though it was not ripe, either. As Sue saw and heard the apple fall she looked up, saying:
“Oh, it nearly hit me!”
She saw the branches and leaves rustling and then her brother’s voice called:
“I’m up here, Sue. I’m picking better apples for Mr. Pott. Those on the ground are wormy.”
“Oh, I’m glad you’re up there,” Sue said. “I thought maybe you’d run home. Anyway, there’s a cow over where I picked the flowers. Maybe she’ll hook me.”
“Cows don’t hook people,” announced Bunny, as he picked some apples and put them in his pocket, now and then losing his hold on one so that it fell to the ground. “Only bulls hook people,” said the little fellow. “Cows don’t.”
“Well, anyhow, she’s shaking her horns at me,” replied Sue. “Maybe she doesn’t like it that I picked flowers in her meadow.”
“Oh, I guess she doesn’t care,” stated Bunny. “Look out now, I’m coming down.”
Sue stood out of the way and Bunny scrambled from the tree. He had plenty of green apples now, and with those picked off the ground, using only the best of them, and with Sue’s flowers, the basket was now quite filled.