The rain seemed to come down
harder than ever. If the children had any idea of being allowed to go
out and play in it, even with rubber boots and rain coats, they had
about given up that plan. Mrs. Brown had been begged, more than once, to
let Bunny and Sue go out, but she had shaken her head with a gentle
smile. And when their mother smiled that way the children knew she
meant what she said.
"Now, go ahead, Bunny Brown!" called Sue. "Let's see you make a flat
nose!"
Bunny drew his face back from the window. His little nose was quite
white where he had pressed it--white because he had kept nearly all the
blood from flowing into it. But soon his little "smeller," as sometimes
Bunny's father called his nose, began to get red again. Bunny began to
rub it.
"What you doing?" Sue wanted to know, thinking her brother might not be
playing fair in this little game.
"I'm rubbing my nose," Bunny answered.
"Yes, I know. But what for?"
"'Cause it's cold. If I'm going to make my nose flatter'n yours I have
to warm it a little.
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