up. Where are you going? Can't I go with
you?"
"Yes. That is what I called you for. And I want Bunny, too. Have you
seen him?"
"No, Mother. But shall I go in and wash my face, if I'm going with you?
Where are we going?"
"Just down to the store, and then I'm going to stop in the post-office
and see if there are any letters for us. Yes, run in and wash your face
and hands. Your dress is clean enough. I'll look for Bunny."
Mrs. Brown walked out to the front gate, and again called:
"Bunny! Bunny Brown! Where are you?"
No one answered, but a nice old man, limping a little, and leaning on a
stick, came around from the back yard. He looked like a soldier, and he
had been in the war, many years ago.
"Oh, Uncle Tad!" Mrs. Brown asked, "have you seen Bunny?"
The nice old man laughed.
"Yes, I've seen him," he replied. "He went off down the street in his
express wagon. That dog, Splash, was pulling him."
"I hope he hasn't gone too far," observed Mrs. Brown. "When Bunny gets
to riding with his dog he doesn't think how far away he goes."
"I'll see if I can find him for you," offered Uncle Tad, with another
laugh. "That Bunny Brown is surely a great boy," he murmured, as he
limped off down the street.
He did not have far to go, nor did Mrs. Brown have long to wait, for, in
about a minute, a barking was heard. Then came a rattle of wheels on the
sidewalk, and a boy's voice called out:
"Gid-dap, Splash! Gid-dap! Go fast now! Go as fast as you can! Hurrah!
That's the way to do it!"
Up dashed a small express wagon, drawn by a big, fine shaggy dog, that
seemed to be having almost as much fun as was the blue-eyed,
curly-haired boy who rode in the cart.
"Oh, Bunny! Bunny! Don't go so fast!" cried his mother. "You'll spill
out and hurt yourself! Don't go so fast!"
"Have to go fast, Mother!" said Bunny Brown. "We have to go fast; don't
we, Splash?"
The dog barked, but he slowed up, for Uncle Tad held out his hand to pat
the big fellow, and Splash dearly loved Uncle Tad.
"We're a fire engine, and we're going to a fire," Bunny Brown explained.
"Fire engines always have to go fast; don't they, Splash? Old Miss
Hollyhock's house is on fire, and we're going to put it out.
"Only make-believe, of course!" cried Bunny quickly, for he saw that his
mother looked a bit frightened when she heard him speak of a fire.
"We're just pretending there's a blaze. Here we go! Got to put out the
fire! See, I've got a can
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