"Yes, but she isn't a circus doll. Oh, dear!"
"And if I was a circus man, I could climb down the rope and get her!" Bunny went on.
"Oh, don't you dare do that!" Sue fairly screamed. "If you do you'll fall in and be drowned. Don't do it, Bunny!" and she clung to him with all her might.
"I won't, Sue!" the little fellow promised. "But I can see your doll down there, Sue. She's floating on top of the water—swimming, maybe, so she isn't drowned.
"Oh, I know what let's do!" Bunny cried, after another look down the well.
"What?" Sue wanted to know.
"Let's go tell grandpa. He'll get your doll up with the long-handled rake."
"With the rake?" cried Sue.
"Yes. Don't you remember grandpa told us how once the bucket of the well got loose from the rope, and fell into the water. He fished the bucket up with the rake, tied to a long pole. He can do that to your doll."
"But he might stick her with the teeth of the rake," said Sue. She knew the iron teeth of a rake were sharp, for once she had stepped on a rake when Bunny had left it in the grass, after raking the lawn at home.