ther monkey stopped trying to pull the green feathers out
of the parrot's tail, and it was quiet in the animal store, except for
the cooing of the pigeons and the barking of the dogs.

"So you don't think you want to buy a monkey or a parrot to-day,
children?" asked the animal-man, with a smile.

"No, thank you. We haven't the money," said Bunny. "But I would like a
monkey."

"And I'd like a parrot," added Sue. "But Henry, the elevator boy,
wouldn't let us keep 'em, so maybe it's just as well."

"We can come down here when we want to see any animals," said Bunny to
his sister. "I like it better than Central Park."

"So do I," said Sue.

"Yes, come down as often as you like," the old man invited them. "Are
you going?" he asked, as he saw Bunny and Sue open the door.

"Yes, we're going to Coney Island with mother and Aunt Lu," Bunny
answered.

He and Sue stepped out into the street. They had forgotten all about
their mother and their aunt until now, and they thought they would find
them on the sidewalk, waiting. But, of course, we know what Mother Brown
and Aunt Lu had done--gone to the police station, looking for the lost
ones.

So, when Bunny and Sue looked up and down the street, as they stood in
front of the animal store, they did not see Mrs. Brown or Aunt Lu.

"I--I wonder where they went?" said Sue.

"I don't know," answered Bunny. "Maybe they're lost!"

Sue looked a little frightened at this. The animal-man, seeing the
children did not know what to do, came out to them.

"Can't you find your mother?" he asked.

"No," answered Bunny. "She--she's lost!"

"I guess it's _you_ who are lost," said the animal-man. "But never mind.
Tell me where you live, and I'll have the police take you home."

Bunny and Sue, when first they came to New York, had been told by their
Aunt Lu that if they ever got lost not to be worried or frightened, for
a policeman would take them home. So now, when they heard the animal-man
speak about the police, they knew what to expect.

"Where do you live, children?" asked the gray-haired animal-man. "Tell
me where you live."

But, strange to say, Bunny and Sue had each forgotten. Some days past
their aunt and mother had made them learn, by heart, the number and the
street where Aunt Lu's house stood. But now, try as they did, neither
Bunny nor Sue could remember it. Watching the monkeys and parrots had
made them forget, I suppose.

"Don't you know where you live?" asked the