"But you must never do it again," commanded his mother. "Never! Oh, how you frightened me, Bunny!"
"I'm sorry! I won't do it again," said the little fellow; and he really meant it.
"How did you come to do it?" asked Bunker.
"It just did itself," said the small boy. "I climbed up on the seat, and made believe I was steering, just like you or daddy, when, all of a sudden, off she went. I 'most busted down a tree, but I didn't really. And I went all around the house. I guess now daddy will let me steer the car out on the road."
"Not for a few days yet," said Bunker Blue with a laugh.
"Mr. Brown told me to tell you," he went on to Mrs. Brown, "that he would go a day earlier than he counted on, if you could get ready."
"It won't take me long to pack," said Mrs. Brown. "But why didn't he telephone?"
"Our machine is out of order. The men are fixing it, and anyhow I had to come up this way."
"Well, I'm glad you came in time," said Mrs. Brown, as she led Bunny back to the house. "You are very good, Bunker."
"Yes, and I want you to show me how to stop that electric starter when it starts to start," said Bunny.