And when he thought of that he clung with all his force to the wooden bar.  He was still swinging to and fro, and on this first swing Bunny had knocked to one side the pile of boxes and the barrel with which he had made himself a sort of ladder so he could reach Mart’s trapeze, which was several feet above the barn floor.  So, now that the boxes by which he had climbed up were out of reach, Bunny could not get down by using them.

And he wanted, very much, to get down.  He tried to wiggle around in such a way that he could reach the wooden bar with his hands, but he could not, and the more he wiggled the more it felt as though he might fall.

Then Bunny decided that he must call for help.  He had hoped that Mart might come back, but the acrobatic boy was in the house helping his sister learn a new song Lucile was going to sing in the play.  So Mart knew nothing of what was happening to Bunny.

“Mother!  Daddy!  Come and get me!” cried Bunny as he swung to and fro on the trapeze, head downward.  “Come and get me!  Mother!  Daddy!”

Bunny might have called like this for some time, and neither his father nor his mother would have heard him.  For Mr. Brown was down at his office on the dock, and Mrs. Brown was making a cake, beating up eggs with the egg beater.

An egg beater, you know, makes a lot of noise, and even if Bunny had been in the kitchen Mrs. Brown might not have heard him call out.  And away out in the barn as he was, of course she couldn’t hear him.  I don’t believe she could have heard him even if she hadn’t been using the egg beater.

So poor little Bunny Brown swung by his legs on the trapeze in the upper part of the garage and he did not know how to get down nor how to stop himself.

“Daddy!  Mother!” he called again, but no one heard him.

On a summer day, when the windows were open, Bunny’s voice might have been heard from the barn to the house, but now no one heard him.

But, as it also happened, Sue was the means by which Bunny’s trouble was discovered, though Sue, too, had an accident.  Soon after Mart came to the house to help his sister, Sue heard the doorbell ring, and when she went to see who was there she saw Helen Newton, one of her little playmates who was to act in the show with Sue.

“Oh, Sue!” exclaimed Helen, “have you got a doll you could lend me?  I have to have one in the play, and the only one I had isn’t any good any more.”

“Is your doll sick?” Sue wanted to know.

“She’s worse than sick,” said Helen.  “Our puppy dog got hold of her the other day, and he dragged my doll all around the kitchen and all her clothes were torn off and she’s chewed and she isn’t fit to be seen.  I can’t have her in the play with me, though I did at first, before the puppy chewed her.”

“I guess Sue can let you take one of her dolls,” said Mrs. Brown, with a smile, as she came in from the kitchen where she had been doing her baking.  “What one do you think would be best for Helen, Sue?”