oller. I do sometimes,
when I'm out in the country. And this park is like the country, Sue."

"Yes, I guess it is," said the little girl. "But what's he saying,
Bunny?"

They listened. Once more the boy, running along, now quite a long way
behind the pony cart, could be heard crying:

"Stop him! Stop him! He's running away! Stop him!"

Bunny and Sue looked at one another. Then they looked at Wopsie. The
colored girl opened her mouth, showing her red tongue and her white
teeth.

"Oh! Oh!" she screamed. "De pony's runnin' away! Dat's what de boy says.
I'se afeered, I is! Oh, let me out! Let me out!"

Wopsie, who sat near the back of the cart, where there was a little
door, made of wicker-work, like a basket, started to jump out. But
though Bunny Brown was only a little fellow, he knew that Wopsie might
be hurt if she jumped from the cart, which the pony was pulling along
so fast, now.

"Sit still, Wopsie!" Bunny cried. "Sit still!"

"But we's bein' runned away wif!" exclaimed Wopsie. "Didn't yo' all done
heah dat boy say so? We's bein' runned away wif! I wants t' git out! I
don't like bein' runned away wif!"

"It won't hurt you," said Sue. She did not seem at all afraid. "It won't
hurt you, Wopsie," Sue went on. "Me and Bunny has been runned away with
lots of times, with our dog Splash; hasn't we, Bunny?"

"Yes, we have, Sue. Sit still, Wopsie. I'll stop the pony."

Bunny began to pull back on the lines, and he called:

"Whoa! Whoa there! Stop now! Don't run away any more, pony boy!"

But the pony did not seem to want to stop. Perhaps he thought if he
stopped, now, the barking dog would bite his heels. But the dog had
given up the chase, and was not in sight. Neither was the running boy.

The boy had found that his short legs were not long enough to keep up
with the longer legs of the pony. Besides, a pony has four legs, and
everybody knows that four legs can go faster than two. So the boy
stopped running.

"Can you stop the pony?" asked Sue, after Bunny had pulled on the lines
a number of times, and had cried "Whoa!" very often. "Can you stop him?"

"I--I guess so," answered the little boy. "But maybe you'd better help
me, Sue. You pull on one line, and I'll pull on the other. That will
stop him."

Bunny passed one of the pony's reins to his sister and held to the
other. The children were sitting in front of the cart, Bunny on one side
and Sue on the other. Both of them began to pull on the lines, bu