Right out of the cart they flew, and Bunny turned a somersault, head over heels, before he landed on a soft pile of grass that had been cut that day. Sue and Wopsie also landed on piles of grass, so they were not any more hurt than was Bunny.
The pony, as soon as the cart had turned over, looked back once, and then he stopped running, and began to nibble the green grass.
"Well, we aren't being runned away with now," Bunny finally said.
"No," answered Sue. "We've stopped all right. Wopsie, is you hurted?"
The colored girl put her hand up to her kinky head. Her hat had fallen off into her lap. Carefully she felt of her braids. Then she said:
"I guess I isn't hurted much. But I might 'a' bin! I don't want no mo' pony cart rides!"
Before the children and Wopsie could get up they heard a voice calling to them:
"Bress der hearts! Po' li'l lambs! Done got frowed out ob de cart, an' all busted t' pieces mebby. Well, ole Aunt Sallie'll take keer ob 'em! Po' li'l honey lambs!"
Glancing up, Bunny and Sue saw a motherly-looking colored woman coming across the grass toward them. She held out her fat arms to the children and said:
"Now don't cry, honey lambs! Ole Aunt Sallie will tuk keer ob yo' all!"