"Oh, Bunny, did I hurt you?" asked the little girl, as she got up. "Did
I, Bunny?"
"Nope, you didn't hurt me, Sue. Falling down did—a little, but I fell on something soft, I guess."
Bunny stood up and looked. He had fallen on a pile of cloth bags which the painters had left inside the house. It was lucky for Bunny that the bags were there, or he might have been badly bruised. As it was he and Sue were not hurt, and, having picked themselves up, and brushed off their clothes, they were ready to go back home.
And it was quite time, too, for the shadows were getting longer and longer out in the street, as the sun went down.
"It was the front door that blew shut with such a bang," Bunny said, as he and Sue went down the long, front hall. "It was open when we came in, but it's shut now."
"The wind blew it, I guess," said Sue. "I wonder if you can get it open,
Bunny?"
"Sure!" her brother said.
But when Bunny tried to open the front door he could not. Either it was too tightly shut, or else some spring lock had snapped shut. There was no key in the hole, but Bunny turned and twisted the knob, this way and that. But the door would not open.
"Let me try," said Sue, seeing that Bunny was not getting the door to swing open so they could get out. "Let me try."
"Pooh! If I can't do it, you can't," Bunny said. He did not exactly mean to be impolite, but he meant that he was stronger than his little sister and so she could hardly hope to do what he could not.