"Oh, there _is_ a little bunny!" cried Jan, pointing to a small, brown
one that ran along under the bushes, and then came to a stop in front of
the goat-wagon, pausing to look at the children.

"Me shoot him," said Trouble, laughing gleefully.

"What with?" asked Ted, a sudden thought coming into his mind.

"Trouble frow store thing at bunny," said the little boy. "It bwoke an'
all white stuff comed out!"

"Oh, Trouble, did you throw grandma's soda at the bunny?" cried Jan.

"Yes, I did," answered Baby William.

"And it's all busted!" exclaimed Ted, as he saw the white powder
scattered about on the woodland path. "We've got to go back to the store
for some more. Oh, Trouble Martin!"

"I's didn't hurt de bunny wabbit," said Trouble earnestly. "I's only
make-be'ieve shoot him--bang!"

"I know you didn't hurt the bunny," observed Jan. "But you've hurt
grandma's soda. Is there any left, Ted?" she asked, as her brother got
out of the wagon to pick up the broken package.

"A little," he answered. "There's some in the bottom. I guess we'll go
back to the store and get more. I want to ask that farmer again about
the tramps on Star Island."

"No, don't," begged Jan. "Let's take what soda we have to grandma. Maybe
it'll be enough. Anyhow, if we did go back for more Trouble might throw
that out, too, if he saw a rabbit."

"That's so. I guess we'd better leave him when we go to the store next
time. How'd he get the soda, anyhow?"

"It must have jiggled out of my lap, where I was holding it, and then it
fell in the bottom of the wagon and he got it. He didn't know any
better."

"No, I s'pose not. Well, maybe grandma can use this."

Teddy carefully lifted up the broken package of baking soda, more than
half of which had spilled when Trouble threw it at the little brown
rabbit. Baby William may have thought the package of soda was a white
stone, for it was wrapped in a white paper.

"Well, I'm glad he didn't hit the little bunny, anyhow," said Jan.
"Where is it?" and she looked for the rabbit.

But the timid woodland creature had hopped away, probably to go to its
burrow and tell a wonderful story, in rabbit language, about having seen
some giants in a big wagon drawn by an elephant--for to a rabbit a goat
must seem as large as a circus animal.

"I guess Trouble can't hit much that he throws at," observed Ted, as he
started Nicknack once more toward Cherry Farm.

"He threw a hair brush at me once and hit me," dec