"That's so," agreed Bunny. "This isn't as much fun as I thought it was.
I wish I hadn't tried to get any red paint."
"So do I," Sue said, but she was not blaming her brother. She had been just as anxious to go into the vacant house as he had been.
The children did not know what to do. They were both ready to cry, but neither Wanted to. It was getting dark now.
"Let's holler!" exclaimed Sue. "Maybe somebody will hear us and come and let us out."
"All right," said Bunny. They both called together. But the vacant house was not near any other, and none of the neighbors heard the childish voices.
"I—I guess I'd better get the bags and make a bed, for we'll have to stay here all night," said Bunny, when they were quite tired from calling aloud.
"Then make my bed near yours, Bunny," said Sue. "I—I don't want to be alone."
"I'll take care of you," promised the little blue-eyed chap, as he remembered what his mother had told him.
Bunny went to the front hall to get the cloth bags. Sue went with him, for she did not want to be left alone in the room that was now getting quite dark.
But Bunny and Sue did not have to stay all night in the empty house. Just as they were picking up the bags, they heard a noise at the front door and a voice called: