CHAPTER XXIII
OLD AUNT SALLIE
"Bunny! Bunny! Isn't this fun?" cried Sue, as she looked across at her brother in the other seat of the pony cart. "Don't you like it?"
"Yes, I do," Bunny answered, as he pulled on the reins. "Do you, Wopsie?"
The colored girl looked around without speaking. She looked on the ground, as though she would like to jump out of the pony cart. But she did not. The little horse was going faster than ever.
"Don't you like it, Wopsie?" asked Sue. "It's fun! This pony goes faster than our dog Splash, and Splash couldn't pull such a nice, big cart as this; could he, Bunny?"
"No, I guess not," Bunny answered. He did not turn around to look at Sue as he spoke.
For, to tell the truth, Bunny was a little bit worried. The dog that had jumped out of the bushes, to bark at the pony's heels, was still running along behind the pony cart, barking and snapping. And, though Bunny and Sue did not mind their dog Splash's barking, when he pulled them, this dog was a strange one.
Then, too, the boy, who had started out with the pony cart, was running along after it crying: