“Oh, no!” laughed the little rabbit girl. “It’s fun when I get so I know how to do it!”
Off she started once more, but this time she ran into a stump and bunked her nose.
“Are you hurt?” asked Uncle Wiggily.
“No—no,” said Bunty bravely. “But I must be more careful.”
The next time she steered very straight, but she sent the scooter right into a mud puddle and the mud splashed on Uncle Wiggily’s tall silk hat. But, as the hat was black, the mud spots do not show very plainly.
“Oh, dear!” sighed Baby Bunty. “I don’t believe I’ll ever learn how to ride my scooter. I should have bought roller skates. Don’t you want to ride and show me how, Uncle Wiggily?”
“Dear me!” said the rabbit gentleman, unpretentious like. “Do you think, at my age, I could?”
“Of course!” said Baby Bunty.
“I am lame and stiff and have the rheumatism,” said Uncle Wiggily, “but I’ll try anything once. Let me see that scooter, Bunty!”
Uncle Wiggily got on with his hind paws. He took hold with his front paws and he gave himself a push. And, just as it would happen, the scooter was then at the top of a hill. Down this hill went the funny little two-wheeled wagon, with Uncle Wiggily on it.