"Ki-yi-yi-yip! Ki-yi! Yip! Yip!" yelled the little dog.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" sobbed Rose, for she was crying.
Bang! went the skate wagon over into the gutter.
The little dog—Well, I was almost going to say he laughed to see so much sport, but that little dog is in Mother Goose, if I remember rightly, and this little dog didn't laugh. He was very much frightened, and he was hurt a little, and so was Rose. So the little dog just tucked his tail in between his hind legs, and back he ran into the yard out of which he had come to see what was going on when he heard the skate wagon rattling down the sidewalk hill.
By this time Russ, Laddie, and their mother had come up to Rose.
"Are you much hurt?" asked Mrs. Bunker. "There now, don't cry. We'll take care of you!"
"It—it's my knees!" sobbed Rose. "I scraped 'em! And is my skate wagon all busted?"
"No, it's all right," said Laddie, as he picked it up from the gutter where it had rolled after Rose fell off. "It's as good as ever."
"And your knees aren't hurt much—only scratched," said Mrs. Bunker, as she looked. Rose wore socks, and her legs, above her shoes, and partly above her knees were bare. "See if you can't stand up," urged Mrs. Bunker, for Rose was as limp as a rag in her arms.
"Stand up and have some more rides!" exclaimed Russ.