"I won't fall down!" Bumps promised. "I'll be good! Please take me coasting?"
"I think you might take her," said Mother.
"Yes, we will," spoke Sister. "Come on, Bumps!"
"Well, if she falls off the sled when it's going down hill, and she gets bumped, it won't be my fault!" declared Brother.
"I—I'll be good—I won't fall!" promised Bumps. So Mother bundled her up, and out she went to the coasting hill with Brother and Sister, each of whom had a sled.
"I'm not going to give her rides on my sled all the while!" said Brother, half grumbling.
"We'll take turns," more kindly suggested Sister. "Take hold of my hand, Bumps, and don't fall any more times than you can help, dear!"
"No; I won't," answered Bumps. The littlest girl was smiling and happy because she was going coasting with Sister and Brother. And she made up her mind she would try very, very hard not to fall.
On the other side of the forest, near which was the coasting hill of the children, lived Uncle Wiggily in his hollow stump bungalow. From afar he had often watched the boys and girls sliding down on their sleds, but the bunny gentleman had never gone very close.