A little later the rabbit gentleman and the little girl, who had been found in a hollow stump, were on their way through the woods to the fifteen and sixteen cent barn where they sold scooters.
“Give me the best one you have for Baby Bunty,” ordered Uncle Wiggily, and it was given him.
“Oh, may I ride home on it?” asked Baby Bunty, when they were on the smooth woodland path once more.
“Why, yes, if you know how,” said Uncle Wiggily.
“Oh, all you have to do with a scooter,” spoke Baby Bunty, “is to get on with your hind paws, hold fast to the handle with your front paws, give yourself a push and away you scoot!”
“Let me see you try it,” said Uncle Wiggily.
“Maybe you’d better go first,” said Baby Bunty.
“Oh, no, indeed!” laughed her uncle. “I’m too old and stiff, and my rheumatism makes me feel too funny to ride on a scooter. Go ahead, Baby Bunty.”
Baby Bunty got on the foot-part of the scooter. She held tightly with her front paws, and gave herself a push with one hind paw. Along went the scooter, but alas! Likewise a-lack-a-day! Baby Bunty must have steered the wrong way, for bunk! into a tree she ran.
“Oh, did you hurt yourself?” asked Uncle Wiggily, as he ran to help her.