t still
the pony did not stop.

"Pull harder, Bunny! Pull harder!" cried Sue.

"I am pulling as hard as I can," he said. "You pull harder, Sue."

But still the pony did not want to stop. If anything, he was going
faster than ever. Yes, he surely was going faster, for it was down hill
now, and you know, as well as I do, that you can go faster down hill,
than you can on the level, or up hill.

"Oh, I want to git out! I want to git out!" cried Wopsie. "I don't like
bein' runned away wif! Oh, please good, kind, nice, sweet Mr. Policeman,
stop de pony from runnin' away wif us!"

"Where's a policeman?" asked Sue, turning half way around to look at
Wopsie. "Where's a policeman?"

"I--I don't see none!" said the colored girl, "but I wish I did! He'd
stop de pony from runnin' away. Maybe if we all yells fo' a policeman
one'll come."

"Shall we Bunny?" asked Sue.

"Shall we what?" Bunny wanted to know. He had been so busy trying to get
a better hold on his rein that he had not noticed what Sue and Wopsie
were talking about.

"Shall we call a policeman?" asked Sue. "Wopsie says one can stop the
pony from running away. And I don't guess _we_ can stop him, Bunny.
We'd better yell for a policeman. Maybe one is around somewhere, but I
can't see any."

"All right, we'll call one," Bunny agreed. He, too, was beginning to
think that the pony was never going to stop. "But let's try one more
pull on the lines, Sue. Now, pull hard."

And then something happened.

Without waiting for Sue to get ready to pull on her line, Bunny gave a
hard pull on his. And I guess you know what happens if you pull too much
on one horse-line.

Suddenly the pony felt Bunny pulling on the right hand line, and the
pony turned to that side. And he turned so quickly that the harness
broke and the cart was upset. Over it went on its side, and Bunny Brown
and his sister Sue, as well as Wopsie, were thrown out.

Right out of the cart they flew, and Bunny turned a somersault, head
over heels, before he landed on a soft pile of grass that had been cut
that day. Sue and Wopsie also landed on piles of grass, so they were not
any more hurt than was Bunny.

The pony, as soon as the cart had turned over, looked back once, and
then he stopped running, and began to nibble the green grass.

"Well, we aren't being runned away with now," Bunny finally said.

"No," answered Sue. "We've stopped all right. Wopsie, is you hurted?"

The colored girl put her han