d up to her kinky head. Her hat had fallen
off into her lap. Carefully she felt of her braids. Then she said:

"I guess I isn't hurted much. But I might 'a' bin! I don't want no mo'
pony cart rides!"

Before the children and Wopsie could get up they heard a voice calling
to them:

"Bress der hearts! Po' li'l lambs! Done got frowed out ob de cart, an'
all busted t' pieces mebby. Well, ole Aunt Sallie'll take keer ob 'em!
Po' li'l honey lambs!"

Glancing up, Bunny and Sue saw a motherly-looking colored woman coming
across the grass toward them. She held out her fat arms to the children
and said:

"Now don't cry, honey lambs! Ole Aunt Sallie will tuk keer ob yo' all!"

CHAPTER XXIV

WOPSIE'S FOLKS

The nice old colored woman, who called herself Aunt Sallie, bent first
over Sue, helping the little girl stand up.

"Is yo' all hurted, honey?" asked Aunt Sallie, brushing the pieces of
grass from Sue's dress.

"Oh, no, I'm not hurt at all, thank you," Sue replied. "It was a soft
place to fall."

"An' yo', li'l boy; am yo' all hurted?" she asked Bunny.

"No, thank you, I'm all right. I used to be in a circus, so I know how
to turn somersaults, you see."

"What's dat! A li'l boy like yo' in a circus?"

Aunt Sallie seemed very much surprised.

"Oh, it wasn't a _real_ circus," explained Sue.

"No, it was only a make-believe one," Bunny said, as he began to brush
the grass off his clothes. "We had one circus in grandpa's barn," he
said, "and another in some tents. Say, Wopsie, is you hurted?" Bunny
asked.

By this time the colored girl had found out there was nothing the matter
with her. Not even one of her tight, black braids of kinky hair had come
loose. She stood up, smoothed down her dress, and said:

"No'm, I'se not hurted."

"Dat's good," said Aunt Sallie. "It's lucky yo' all wasn't muxed up an'
smashed, when dat pony cart upset. Now yo' all jest come ober t' my
place an' I'll let yo' rest. I guess heah comes de boy what belongs t'
de pony."

The short-legged boy came running across the field. He was very much out
of breath, for he had run a good way.

"Any--anybody hurt?" he asked.

"No," said Bunny, "we're all right, and your pony's all right too, I
guess."

It seemed so, for the pony was eating grass as if he had had nothing to
chew on in a long while. But then perhaps running made him hungry, as it
does some boys and girls.

The boy, with the help of Aunt Sallie, turned the cart ri