"You are going to stay here and help work on the farm, Ben. My grandmother said so. And, if you are, will you come out and look at the barn where we are going to have our circus? Maybe you and Bunker can help us put up the trapeze."
"Not now, Bunny boy," said Bunker. "We have to go and pull weeds out of the garden. We'll look at the barn right after dinner."
And this Ben and Bunker did. Bunny and Sue showed Ben the mow, and the pile of hay, into which the trapeze performers were to fall, instead of into nets.
"So they won't get hurt," Bunny explained. "We haven't any nets, anyhow."
"Do you think we could have a circus here?" Sue wanted to know.
"Why, I should think so," Ben answered, looking up toward the roof of the barn. "Yes, you could have a good make-believe circus here."
"Will you help?" asked Bunny eagerly.
Ben Hall laughed, and looked at Bunny and Sue in a queer sort of way.
"What makes you think I can help you make a play-circus?" he asked.
"Oh, I guess you can, all right," spoke up Bunker Blue. "I guess you know more about a circus than you let us think. Don't you now?"