“Oh, we forgot all about him, when we got on the car,” Bunny cried.  He felt very sorry for Splash.

“I thought he’d come right on the car with us,” Sue said.  “And we’d have money enough to pay his fare, too,” she added, looking at the two pennies in her chubby fist.  “Is it three cents for dogs, too, mister?” she asked the conductor.

The conductor laughed, and some of the passengers did also.  Then Bunny, who had been looking at poor Splash, racing along after the trolley car, which was now going quite fast, called out: 

“Please stop the car, Mr. Conductor.  We want our dog!”

“But you can’t take a dog on the car, my boy.  It isn’t allowed.  I’m sorry.”

Bunny thought for a minute.  Then he said: 

“Well, if we can’t bring our dog on the car, We’ll get off and walk; won’t we, Sue?”

“Yes, that’s what we will.”

“All right,” agreed the conductor.  “I’m sorry, for I’d like to do you the favor, but I’m not allowed.”  He rang the bell, and the car slowed up.  Splash barked joyfully, for he Was very tired from running after his little friends, who went so fast and so far ahead of him.

The conductor helped Bunny and Sue down.  The car had stopped along a country road, near a patch of woods, in rather a lonesome place.

“Here, youngsters,” went on the trolley man, while Splash rushed up to Bunny and Sue, barking happily, “here, youngsters, take your money back.  You didn’t ride three cents’ worth, hardly, and I’ll fix it up all right with the company.  You’d better take the next car back home.  Your dog can find his way all right.”

And then the car rattled off again, leaving Bunny and Sue, still with five cents each, Standing in the road, with their dog Splash.

“Poor fellow,” said Bunny, putting his arms around the shaggy neck of his pet, “you must be awful tired!”

“He is,” Sue agreed.  “We’ll sit down in the shade with him, and let him rest.”

They found a nice place, where the grass was green, and where some trees made a shade, and near by was a spring of cool water.

Bunny made a little cup, from an oak leaf, and gave Sue a drink.  Then he took some himself, and, a little later, Splash lapped up some water where it ran in a tiny stream down the grassy side of the road.

“Now he’s rested, and we can go on,” Sue remarked after a bit.  “Where shall we go, Bunny—­to Uncle Henry’s?”

“Well, it’s too far to walk, and we don’t want to ride in the car, and make Splash run, so maybe we’d better go back home.  We can get the balloons now.  The conductor was good not to take our money.”

“Yes, I like him,” and Sue looked down the track on which, a good way off, could be seen the trolley car they had left.

“We can walk back home,” went on Bunny.  “It isn’t far.  Come on, Sue!”

Down the country road started the two children, Splash following, or, now and then, running off to one side, to bark at a bird, or at a squirrel or chipmunk that bounded along the rail fence.