alongside the slowly moving auto. "You might hit something!"

"I steered out of the way of a tree, all the same," said Bunny proudly.
"I was 'most going to run into it, but I didn't. I 'membered which way
to steer."

"Oh, I'm so frightened," moaned Mrs. Brown. Then seeing Bunker Blue
coming up the path with a message on which he had been sent by Mr.
Brown, Bunny's mother called to him:

"Oh, Bunker, stop the auto! Bunny started it somehow. He's ridden
nearly all around the drive, but he can't stop!"

"It's running on the battery," said Bunker, after listening a moment to
the electric hum. Then he swung himself up on the seat of the moving car
beside Bunny, shut off the electric starter and put on the brakes.

"There you are, Bunny!" cried Bunker. "Right as can be!"

"I steered her nearly all the way around the house," said the small boy
with pride.

"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.