scattered about on the woodland path. "We've got to go back to the
store for some more. Oh, Trouble Martin!"

"I's didn't hurt de bunny wabbit," said Trouble earnestly. "I's only
make-be'ieve shoot him--bang!"

"I know you didn't hurt the bunny," observed Jan. "But you've hurt
grandma's soda. Is there any left, Ted?" she asked, as her brother got
out of the wagon to pick up the broken package.

"A little," he answered. "There's some in the bottom. I guess we'll go
back to the store and get more. I want to ask that farmer again about
the tramps on Star Island."

"No, don't," begged Jan. "Let's take what soda we have to grandma.
Maybe it'll be enough. Anyhow, if we did go back for more Trouble
might throw that out, too, if he saw a rabbit."

"That's so. I guess we'd better leave him when we go to the store next
time. How'd he get the soda, anyhow?"

"It must have jiggled out of my lap, where I was holding it, and then
it fell in the bottom of the wagon and he got it. He didn't know any
better."

"No, I s'pose not. Well, maybe grandma can use this."

Teddy carefully lifted up the broken package of baking soda, more than
half of which had spilled when Trouble threw it at the little brown
rabbit. Baby William may have thought the package of soda was a white