and
chairs could be placed under the window so those who sat in them could
look out, just as in a regular auto.

Mr. Brown and Bunker Blue took their places on the front seat, and once
more the auto started off, and this time Bunny Brown and his Sister Sue
did not have to stuff their fists in their mouths to keep from
snickering and giggling. It was all right for them to have a ride in the
ark.

Down the road they went, toward East Milford, where the ark was to be
left for repairs.

"Will we have to walk back?" asked Bunny, talking through the front
window to his father.

"No, I guess we can come back by train. It's too far to walk on a warm
day."

"I like to ride in a train," said Sue, as she held her doll in her lap,
while Bunny put aside his little wooden boat. The auto was no place to
do any whittling, he found.

As the big ark went around a bend in the road the children, looking
ahead, suddenly saw something at which they cried:

"Oh, look!"

"What a dandy little pony!" added Bunny.

"And it's afraid!" said Sue.

Coming down the road toward the big ark was a small Shetland pony,
hitched to a basket cart, and in the cart sat a little man. He was not
as large as Bunker Blue, who wasn't a grown-up man yet.

Something certainly seemed to be the matter with the pony. He reared on
his hind legs, and tried to turn around and run back. The man stood up
in the cart and shouted something, but the children could not tell what
it was.

"Stop the ark, Bunker!" cried Mr. Brown. "The big auto is frightening
the little pony! Stop!"

But it was too late, for, a moment later, the Shetland pony broke loose
from the cart, turned around and started to run back up the road.

The man, again shouting something, leaped out of the cart and ran back
after the pony.

"Come on, Bunker!" cried Mr. Brown. "This was partly our fault! We must
help the man catch the pony!"

"And we'll help!" said Bunny and Sue, as they, too, got out of the ark.

So, while this is happening, I'll take just a moment to tell my new
readers something about the two children, whose adventures I am to
relate to you in this book. This volume is the eighth one in the
series. The first, called "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue," introduced
you to the two children. In that first book I told you that they lived
with their father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Brown in the seaport
town of Bellemere, on Sandport Bay. Mr. Brown was in the boat and fish
bu