"Oh, my!" cried Grandpa Brown. Then he ran forward, took Bunny in his arms, and raised him up. This lifted Bunny's feet free from the tree branches, between which they were caught, and then Grandpa Brown turned the little boy right side up, and set him down on his feet.
"There you are, Bunny!" cried grandpa. "But how did it happen? Were you trying to be a circus, all by yourself?"
"N—n—no," stammered Bunny, for he could hardly get his breath yet. "I—I slipped down when I was reaching for a big, red peach for Sue. But I didn't slip all the way, for my feets caught in the tree."
"Well, it's a good thing they did, or you might have been hurt worse than you were," said Grandpa Brown. "But I guess you're not hurt much now; are you?"
Bunny looked down at his feet. Then he felt of his own arms and legs. He took a long breath. His face was not so red now.
"I—I guess I'm all right," he answered, at last.
"Well, don't climb any more trees," said Grandpa Brown. "You are too little."
Bunny thought he was quite a big boy, but of course grandpa knew what was right.
"I—I won't climb any more peach trees," said Bunny Brown.
"No, nor any other kind!" exclaimed his grandfather. "Just keep out of trees. Little boys and girls are safest on the ground. But now you had better come over where I can keep my eyes on you. I have my basket nearly filled. We'll very soon go back to the house."