at does
he think I'm doing?" demanded the girl.

"I don't know. I guess he thinks maybe you're making 'em cry!" was the
boy acrobat's grinning answer.

"Well, I like that! The idea!" exclaimed the girl. "I'm going right back
and tell him I won't sing another song in this show! The idea!" and she
hurried off the stage.

"Oh, won't she sing any more?" whispered Sue to Uncle Tad.

"Yes," answered the soldier with a smile. "That's just part of the
act--to make it more interesting."

"Now that she is out of the way I'll have more room to do my flipflops,"
said the boy acrobat, and he started to do all sorts of tricks. But,
just as Uncle Tad had said, the girl was only pretending, for pretty
soon she came back again with a prettier dress on, and she danced and
sang while the boy did handsprings to the delight of Bunny Brown, his
sister Sue, and all the others in the audience.

I haven't room to tell you all that happened at the show that afternoon,
for this story is to be about a show Bunny and Sue gave. But I will
just say every one liked the entertainment, and when Bunny was coming
out, walking behind Sue, he suddenly said:

"I know what we can do!"

"What?" asked the little girl.

"Let's give a show ourselves--like this!" Bunny pointed toward the
stage.

Sue looked at Bunny to make sure he was not joking. Then she answered
and said:

"We will! We'll give a show ourselves!"

CHAPTER III

TALKING IT OVER

One evening two or three days after the performance in the Opera House,
where Bunny and Sue had so much enjoyed the impersonator, the juggler,
the boy acrobat, and the girl singer, a number of ladies called at the
home of Mrs. Brown. As it was early Bunny and Sue had not yet gone to
bed so they could hear the talk that went on.

"I think we did very well, Mrs. Brown," said Mrs. West, the mother of
Sue's playmate, Sadie. "We cleared nearly two hundred dollars for our
Red Cross Chapter from the Opera House show."

"That's splendid!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown. "I didn't think we would make
quite so much. But we could use still more money."

"Yes, if we had more money we could do more good," said Mrs. Bentley. "I
don't suppose we could have another performance soon. The people would
not come."

Bunny and Sue, who were in another room looking at picture books,
glanced at one another. Then they smiled. Bunny slid down off his chair,
followed by Sue.

"Shall we tell 'em?" asked Bunny.

"Yes," nodded