“Oh, Bert!” screamed Nan, who was watching.
Then, before he could swing the animal the other way, over went the cart, Bert, peaches, and all in a grand upset.
CHAPTER XII
FLOSSIE’S BEAR
Mr. Bobbsey, who had gone to the barn before Bert left the orchard driving Tramper, now ran out of the building, somewhat alarmed and fearing his son might be hurt. But Bert had been thrown a little distance from the cart and had landed safely on a clump of soft grass at the side of the lane, so he wasn’t hurt at all.
As for Tramper, he didn’t seem to mind it in the least. He just stood still when he felt something wrong happening, and he let the cart go over. In fact, he could not have stopped it had he wished.
“Bert, why in the world did you turn so sharply?” asked his father, as he ran over to pick up the boy. But Bert did this for himself. “You shouldn’t have made such a sudden turn,” went on Mr. Bobbsey.
“I know it—now,” Bert ruefully answered as he looked at the peaches scattered over the ground. “But I turned so I wouldn’t run over a mud turtle.”
“Well, of course that was a kind thing to do,” went on his father. “But a slower turn might have saved the turtle and also saved the cart from upsetting. However, it can’t be helped now.”
“Bert tipped over! Oh, Bert, you tipped right over, didn’t you?” gasped Flossie.