Then Bunker's voice answered:
"Yes, they both washed away. It's a regular flood down in the meadow. Everything is spoiled!"
"I wonder—I wonder if he means the circus?" thought Bunny, but he was too sleepy to do anything more, just then, than wonder.
In the morning, however, when the storm had passed, Bunny Brown and his sister Sue heard some bad news. After breakfast Bunker and Ben came in and Bunker said:
"Well, little folks, I guess we can't have any circus!"
"No circus!" cried Bunny, and he was so surprised that he dropped his fork with a clatter on his plate, waking up Splash, the big dog, who was asleep in one corner of the room.
"Why can't we have a circus?" asked Sue. She and Bunny had almost forgotten about the storm the night before.
"We can't have a circus," explained Bunker, "because both our tents were washed away during the night. The brook, that is generally so small that you can wade across it, was so filled with rain water that it was almost turned into a river. It flooded the meadow, the water washed out the tent poles and pegs, and down the tents fell, flat. Then the water rose higher and washed them away."
"Where did it wash them?" asked Bunny.
"Oh, away down toward the river, I guess. I'm afraid we'll never get 'em back."