like that. However, the food will be a great
help to old Miss Hollyhock. I was going to send her some anyhow.

"Here, Tommie, you give this note to Mr. Gordon, the grocer, and he will
charge the things to me, and give you more for Mrs. Jones. I'm sorry you
had all this trouble."

"Oh, I don't mind," and Tommie was smiling now. "I'm glad Bunny and Sue
had a nice ride."

"And it makes you feel good to give things to people," said Bunny. "I
mean it makes you feel good inside."

"Like eating bread and jam when you're hungry," observed Sue.

"No, it isn't like that," said Bunny. "'Cause when your hungry, and you
eat bread and jam it makes you feel good here," and he put his hand on
his stomach. "But when you make somebody, like old Miss Hollyhock, a
present it makes you feel good higher up," and he patted his little
heart.

"Well, I'm glad to know you like to be kind," said Mother Brown. "But
please don't run away and ride in any more grocery wagons, or something
may happen so that you can't go on a visit to Aunt Lu's city home."

"Oh dear!" cried Sue. "We wouldn't want that to happen! Are we soon
going, Mother?"

"Pretty soon, I guess. I have some sewing to do first. I must make you
some new dresses."

The next week was a busy one in the Brown house. There were clothes to
get ready for Bunny and Sue, and as they had just come back from a long
visit to grandpa's, in the country, some of their things needed much
mending. For Bunny and Sue had played in the hay; they had romped around
in the barn, and had run through the woods, and across the fields.

But the summer vacation had done them good. They were strong and
healthy, and as brown as little Indian children. They could play all day
long, come in, go to bed, and get up early the next morning, ready for
more good times.

One day the postman brought another letter from Aunt Lu.

"I can hardly wait for Bunny and Sue to come to
see me," said Aunt Lu. "I am sure they will have a
fine time in the city, though it is different from
the seashore where they live. Bunny will not find
any lobster claws here. And my home isn't in the
country, either. There are no green fields to play
in, though we can go to Central Park, or the Bronx
Zoo."

"What's a Zoo?" asked Bunny. "Is it something good to eat?"

"It's a game, like tag," guessed Sue.

"No," said Mother Brown. "Aunt Lu means the Bron