"Nope. But when we have one we always go in the house afterward, and
mother gives us something."

"Let's watch them play," whispered Sue.

And so, not having found Bunny's kite, he and his sister Sue, and
Wopsie, stood by the stoop, and watched the poor, ragged children at
their play-party.

It was just like the ones Bunny and Sue sometimes had. There was make
believe pie, cake, lemonade and ice-cream. And the children on the
stoop, in the big, busy street of New York, had just as much fun at
their play-party as Bunny and Sue had at theirs, in the beautiful
country, or by the seashore.

"Now we're goin' to have the ice-cream," said the big girl, as she
smoothed down her ragged dress. "And don't none of you eat it too fast,
or it'll give you a face-ache, 'cause it's awful cold."

Then she made believe to dish out the pretend-ice-cream, and the
children made believe to eat it with imaginary spoons.

"I couldn't have no more, could I?" asked a little girl.

"Why Lizzie Bloomenstine! I should say not!" cried the big girl. "The
ice-cream is all gone. Hello, what you lookin' at?" she asked quickly as
she saw Bunny, Sue and Wopsie.

For a moment Bunny did not answer. The big girl frowned, and the others
at the play-party did not seem pleased.

"Go on away an' let us alone!" the big girl said. "Can't we have a party
without you swells comin' to stare at us?"

Bunny and Sue really were not staring at the play-party to be impolite.

"What they want?" asked another of the ragged children.

"Oh, jest makin' fun at us, 'cause we ain't got nothin' to play real
party with, I s'pose," grumbled the big girl. "Go on away!" she ordered.

Then Sue had an idea. I have told you of some of the ideas Bunny Brown
had, but this time it was Sue's turn. She was going to do a queer thing.

"If you please," she said in her most polite voice to the big ragged
girl, "we only stopped to look at your play-party, to see how you did
it."

"'Cause we have 'em like that ourselves," added Bunny.

"And they're lots of fun," went on Sue. "We play just like you do, with
empty plates, and tin dishes and all that. Do you ever have cherry pie
at your play parties?"

The big girl was not scowling now. She had a kinder look on her face.
After all she had found that the "swells," as she called Bunny and Sue,
were just like herself.

"No, we never have cherry pie," she said, "it costs too much, even at
make-believe parties. But we has frankfurt