“All right,” she answered, “be careful you don’t get run over by one of those queer wagons that run without horses!”
“Yes I will,” laughed Boris for he was a careful and a smart little boy and knew well how to take care of himself for all he was so little.
So Boris went out on the street. He walked to the corner and waited to go across.
Kachunk, kachunk, kachunk went by an auto;
Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty went by a horse;
Thunk-a-ta, thunk-a-ta, bang, bang went by a truck.
He waited another minute.
Kachunk, kachunk, kachunk went by an auto;
Clopperty, clopperty, clopperty went by a horse;
Thunk-a-ta, thunk-a-ta, bang, bang went by a truck.
He stood there a long while watching this stream of autos and horses and trucks go by and he thought:
“Dear me! dear me!
What shall I do?
The’re so many things,
I’ll never get through!”
Just then all the autos and the horses and the trucks stopped. They stood still right in front of him. And Boris saw that the big man standing in the middle of the street had put up his hand to stop them. So he scampered across. Boris didn’t know that the big man was the traffic policeman!
