"It will be fun, Bunny. I wish it were time for the show now."
"Oh, we've got lots to do," said the little boy. "We've got to tell Sadie and the rest of 'em, and we've got to get tickets, and put up a tent."
"A tent!" cried Sue. "Where is a tent?"
"That's so," admitted Bunny, looking puzzled, "We haven't got a tent. But we can have the Punch and Judy show in our barn," he went on quickly, "and you can stand at the door and take the money, and sell tickets—that is, when you aren't being Mrs. Punch."
"Aunt Lu won't have to buy a ticket, will she?" Sue wanted to know.
"Course not!" Bunny cried. "She's company. 'Sides, we're making the show for her, so she won't be so sad about her ring."
"I wish we could find it for her," Sue sighed.
"So do I," came from Bunny. "But I guess we never shall. Now we must go and tell Sadie and Helen and the others about the show."
"Are they going to be in it?" asked his sister.
"No, they won't be Mr. or Mrs. Punch, but we want them to buy tickets and come."