brave as life.

"Bunny Brown!" exclaimed his mother, dashing for the door.

"I--I got around the curve all right, Momsie!" he shouted in glee, and
he raised one hand from the wheel to wave it to her.

But at that instant the auto gave a wobble, and Bunny had to bring his
waving hand back on the wheel to keep the car straight.

"Bunny! Bunny!" cried his mother, running down the drive after the
machine. "Where are you going?"

"I--I don't know," he called back to her. "The auto got started and I
can't stop it!"

"Oh, what shall I do?" cried Mrs. Brown. For the seat of the car was
very high, and though Bunny had managed to reach it, for he was a good
tree-climber, it would hardly have been possible for Mrs. Brown to try
to get up with her skirts on and when the auto was moving. It had been
still when Bunny climbed to the seat.

"Oh, Bunny!" wailed his mother. "Mary! Telephone for Mr. Brown to come
home--quick!"

"I won't be hurt!" called Bunny. "All I've got to do is to keep going on
around and around and around the driveway until the storage battery
gives out. That's what's running the car now."

"Oh, but you _must_ be stopped," cried Mrs. Brown, who managed to keep