"Stop! Stop! Wait a minute. Somebody stop that pony!"
But there was no one ahead of Bunny, Sue and Wopsie on the Park drive just then, and no one to stop the pony, which was kicking up his heels, and going faster and faster all the while.
"He's running hard; isn't he, Bunny?" asked Sue.
"Yes, he—he's going fast—very fast!" panted Bunny, in a sort of jerky way, for the cart rattled over some bumps just then, and if Bunny had not been careful how he spoke he might have bitten his tongue between his teeth.
"Don't—don't you li—like it—Wop—Wopsie?" asked Sue, speaking in the same jerky way as had her brother.
Wopsie did not open her mouth. She just held tightly to the edge of the pony cart, and shook her head from side to side. That meant she did not like it. Sue and Bunny wondered why.
True, they were going a bit fast, but then they had often ridden almost as fast when Splash, their big dog, drew them in the express cart. And this was much nicer than an express cart, though of course Bunny and Sue liked Splash better than this pony. But if they had owned the pony they would have liked him very much, also, I think.
Now the pony swung around a corner of the drive, and he went so fast, and turned so quickly, that the cart was nearly upset.
Sue held tightly to the side of her seat, and called to her brother:
"Oh, Bunny! Don't make him go so fast! You'll spill me and Wopsie out!"