"Now you can try it, Bunny," said Bunker, after he had swung on the trapeze for a few times to make sure it was safe.
Bunny walked across the barn floor where some hay had been spread to make a sort of cushion.
"We'll use hay, instead of a net as they do in a circus," Bunny said.
"Anyhow we haven't got any net," put in Sue.
"We can make believe the hay is a new kind," said her brother.
Bunny hung by his hands from the wooden bar of the trapeze, just as he had seen the men do in the circus. Then he began to swing slowly back and forth.
"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "That's fine. Now turn yourself inside out, like the circus man did."
"No, Bunny can't do that yet," said Ben. "He must first do easy things on the trapeze. Turning yourself inside out is too hard. Bunny is not strong enough for those tricks."
To and fro swung Bunny, but soon his arms began to get tired.
"I—I want to get down!" he called. "Stop the swing—I mean the trapeze," for the trapeze was very much like a swing, as I have told you, only, instead of a board, it had only a stick to which the little boy was holding by his hands. "I want to get down," Bunny called. "Stop me, Bunker."