Morrison, started after Charlie, running away from the
lots. But this was not Bunny Brown's way.
"Did I--did the ball I batted break a window?" he asked.
"You ought to 'a' heard the crash!" panted Bobbie Boomer, running in
from center field. "Old Morrison will be here in a minute! You'd better
run, Bunny!"
Surely enough, a moment or two later Mr. Morrison came out on his back
porch, from which he could look into the lots. He saw the boys, some of
them running away. In his hand he held the baseball that had crashed
through his window.
"Hi, there!" he cried. "Who did this?"
One or two boys, seeing that Bunny was not going to run, had stayed with
him.
"Who did this?" cried Mr. Morrison again.
Up spoke Bunny Brown, walking toward the angry man.
"I--I knocked the ball," he said.
"Well, you broke my window, young man, and you've got to pay for it!"
"I--I will!" faltered Bunny. "I have some money in my bank, and if you
come home with me I'll take it out and pay you."
Mr. Morrison seemed surprised at this.
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