But they fell on some soft grass, so they were not
hurt a bit, though Sue's dress was stained.
And as soon as the little yellow dog found that he was not going to be
hurt, but that Splash was just going to be friends with him, why the two
animals just sat down in the grass find rubbed noses and, I suppose,
talked to each other in dog language, if there is any such thing.
Bunny helped Sue get up, and then Mr. Winkler came running along. He
could not go very fast, for he was aged, and he was a little lame,
because of rheumatism, from having been out so many cold and wet nights
when he was a sailor on a ship.
"Well, well, youngsters!" exclaimed Mr. Winkler. "You had quite a spill;
didn't you?"
"But we didn't get hurt," said Bunny, who was looking at the wagon and
harness to see that it was not broken. Everything seemed to be all
right. "We're not hurt a bit," Bunny laughed.
"Well, I'm glad of that," went on Mr. Winkler, as he helped Bunny put
the wagon right side up and straight once more. "How did it happen?"
"Splash just runned away," replied Sue, "He runned after the yellow
dog.
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