The glass is cold!"
"Yes, it is a little cold," agreed Sue. "Well, go ahead now; let's see
you flat your nose!"
Bunny took a long breath. He then pressed his nose so hard against the
glass that tears came into his eyes. But he didn't want Sue to see
them. And he wouldn't admit that he was crying, which he really wasn't
doing.
"Look at me now! Look at me!" cried Bunny, talking as though he had a
very bad cold in his head.
Sue took a look.
"Yes, it is flat!" she agreed. "But I can flatter mine more'n that! You
watch me!"
Sue ran to her window. She made up her mind to beat her brother at this
game. Closing her teeth firmly, as she always did when she was going to
jump rope more times than some other girl, Sue fairly banged her nose
against the window pane.
Her little nose certainly flattened out, but whether more so than
Bunny's was never discovered. For Sue banged herself harder than she had
meant to, and a moment later she gave a cry of pain, turned away from
the window, and burst into tears.
"What's the matter?" asked Mrs.
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