Golden.
Together they all grasped Bunny by the heels and lifted him out of the
flour barrel.
Oh, but he was a queer sight! Luckily he had stuck out his two hands
when he felt himself falling head first into the nearly empty barrel,
and had landed on his outstretched palms. And as there was not much
flour in the barrel his head had not gone into the fluffy white stuff,
or he might nearly have smothered. As it was his face was completely
covered with the white particles.
And when Mrs. Golden, the customer and Sue had pulled the little boy
from the barrel, and set him on his feet, Sue could not help laughing.
"Oh, Bunny!" she cried, giggling. "You look--you look just like the
clown in the circus!"
And truly Bunny did, for his face was plastered as white as the face of
any funny man that ever made jokes beneath the canvas.
"You poor boy," said the customer.
"Oh, Bunny, I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Mrs. Golden.
"I--I'm all right," declared Bunny, blowing out a white cloud of flour
as he talked. "I--I didn't spill any!"
"No, you spilled yourself more than anything else," said Mrs.
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