Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Half Title
 The home of the Bunnys
 The Bunny family in trouble
 More trouble for the Bunnys
 Tuffy's "wild west"
 The rescue
 The Bunnys' picnic
 The Bunnys' garden
 Gaffer's bluebell
 Strange visitors in the garden
 Deacon Bunny buys a mule
 Cousin Jack's story
 Rab at school
 The Bunnys' Thanksgiving stori...
 Baseball and spring training at...
 Trouble between the captains
 Shadows on the wall. Gaffer's...
 Getting ready for the champion...
 A surprise for the hustlers
 Baseball and Memorial Day
 The great exhibition ball game
 Back Cover

Group Title: The Bunny stories : for young people
Title: The Bunny stories
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 Material Information
Title: The Bunny stories for young people
Physical Description: 210 p. : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Jewett, John Howard, 1843-1925
Barnes, Culmer ( Illustrator )
Frederick A. Stokes Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: Frederick A. Stokes Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1892
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Rabbits -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children with disabilities -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Play -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Amusements -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1892   ( local )
Bldn -- 1892
Genre: Family stories   ( local )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Summary: Stories about the happy, home-sheltered Bunny Family of Runwild Terrace.
Statement of Responsibility: by John Howard Jewett ; with seventy-eight illustrations by Culmer Barnes.
General Note: Bound in green cloth; stamped in red, white, rust, silver, and gold.
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Bibliographic ID: UF00081178
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
    Table of Contents
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Half Title
        Page 8
    The home of the Bunnys
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The Bunny family in trouble
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
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        Page 31
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    More trouble for the Bunnys
        Page 40
        Page 41
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        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
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        Page 50
        Page 51
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    Tuffy's "wild west"
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The rescue
        Page 61
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    The Bunnys' picnic
        Page 71
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    The Bunnys' garden
        Page 90
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    Gaffer's bluebell
        Page 95
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        Page 100
        Page 101
    Strange visitors in the garden
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    Deacon Bunny buys a mule
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
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    Cousin Jack's story
        Page 122
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    Rab at school
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
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        Page 146
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    The Bunnys' Thanksgiving stories
        Page 152
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    Baseball and spring training at Runwild Terrace
        Page 165
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    Trouble between the captains
        Page 171
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    Shadows on the wall. Gaffer's story
        Page 176
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    Getting ready for the championship
        Page 181
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        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
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    A surprise for the hustlers
        Page 189
        Page 190
        Page 191
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        Page 194
        Page 195
    Baseball and Memorial Day
        Page 196
        Page 197
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
    The great exhibition ball game
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 205
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
Full Text







For Young People







I.-The Home of the Bunnys, 9
II.-The Bunny Family in Trouble, 24
III.-More Trouble for the Bunnys, 40
IV.- Tuffy's Wild West," 54
V.- The Rescue, 6
V-I.- The Bunnys' Picnic, 71
VII.--The Bunnys' Garden, 90
VIII.-Gaffer's Bluebell, 95
IX.-Strange Visitors in the Garden, 2
X.-Deacon Bunny Buys a Mule, .. o8
XI.-Cousin Jack's Story,. 122
XII.-Rab at School, 139
XIII.-The Bunnys' Thanksgiving Stories, 152
XIV.-Baseball and Spring Training at Runwild
Terrace, 165
XV.- Trouble Between the Captains 171
XVI.-Shadows on the Wall. Gaffer's Story, 176
XVII.-Getting Ready for the Championshi, 181
XVIII.-A Surprise for the Hustlers 189
XIX.-Baseball and Memorial Day, 196
SXX.-The Great Exhibition Ball Game, 203


Cuddledown" sends her love to all the children who
may read her Bunny Stories.
Let me tell you a secret:-
There are two Cuddledowns. One is the youngest
bunny-child of these stories, and the other is a real, live,
story-loving little girl whose truly name" is
Only a few years ago, when this little girl was about
five years old, there were two real, live, snowy-white, tame
bunnies, and she loved them very dearly.
One morning there were no gentle bunny friends wait-
ing for fresh clover leaves in the bunny-house on the lawn.
A terrible accident had happened during the night.
To comfort the child for the loss of the dear, harmless
pets, these stories of the happy, home-sheltered Bunny fam-
ily of Runwild Terrace were told her, over and over again.
Long before the stories were printed in the St. Nicholas,
they were written out in her own scrap-book, as a keepsake
of "the good times we had together when Sheila was a
wee bit of a pet herself and was called Cuddledown" by
the real Mother Bunny and
Worcester, Mass., May, 1892.

~y Jo1I H. Jewett.






THE home of the Bunny family was once a sunny hill-
side, overrun with wild-rose bushes and berry-vines, with a
little grove of white birches, pines, and other trees, on the
north side, to shelter it from the cold winds of winter.
The place had no name of its own until the Bunnys and
their neighbors found it out, and came there to live.
After that, it became much like any other thickly settled
neighborhood, where all the families had children and all
the children ran wild, and so they called it Runwild Ter-
This was a long time ago, when all the wild creatures
talked with each other, and behaved very much as people
do nowadays, and were for the most part kind and friendly
to each other.
Their wisest and best teachers used to tell them, as ours


tell us now, that they all belonged
to one great family, and should
live in peace like good brothers
'" and sisters.
SI am afraid, however, they some-
times forgot the relationship, just
as we do when we are proud or
greedy or ill-natured, and were
sorry for it afterward.
9/ The Bunnys of Runwild Terrace
DEACON BUNNY. were very much like all the rest-
plain, sensible, and well-bred folks.
The father and mother tried to set
a good example by being quiet and
neighborly, and because they were
always kind to the poor and sick,
they were called "Deacon Bunny"
and "Mother Bunny" by their
friends and neighbors.
The Bunny children were named
Bunnyboy, who was the eldest,
Browny, his brother, and their sisters,
Pinkeyes and Cuddledown; and
their parents were anxious that the MOTHER BUNNY.
children should grow up to be healthy, honest, truthful,
and good-natured.


They were a happy family, fond
of each other, and of their Cousin
Jack, who lived with them.
., One of Cousin Jack's legs was
shorter than the other, and he
had to use a pair of crutches to
help him walk or hop about, but
he was very nimble on his "wooden
legs," as he called them, and could
beat most of the bunnies in a race
on level ground.
He had been lame so long, and
almost everyone was so kind to


him because he was a cripple,
that he had got used to limp-
ing about, and did not mind"
being called "Lame Jack,"
by some of the thoughtless
The Bunny family, how-
ever, always called him BROWNY.


kd bcu o
m r or to wear



"Cousin Jack," which was
a great deal better and
kinder, because no one
really likes to be reminded -/// -
of a misfortune, or to wear .
a nickname, like a label on (
a bottle of medicine, .
Cousin Jack was a jolly, ....
good-natured fellow, and"
the bunnies'all liked him CUDDLEDOWN.


because he was so friendly and cheerful, and willing to
make the best of everything that happened to go wrong.
If it rained and spoiled the croquet fun, or upset the
plans for a picnic, Cousin Jack would say, Well, well; I
don't think it is going to be much of a flood; let us have a
little home-made sunshine indoors until the shower is over."
Then he would help them make a boat, or a kite, and
mend the broken toys, or tell them stories, until they
would forget all about the disappointment, and say that a
day with him was almost as good fun as a picnic.
Besides a pleasant home and many kind friends, these
fortunate bunnies had no end of beautiful books, pretty
toys, and games, and best of all, a loving, patient mother,
to watch over them and care for them as only a mother can.
With so many things in their lives to help them to be
good, they had no excuse for not growing up to be a com-
fort to the family and a credit to the neighborhood, and I
think they did.
At any rate, they had lots of fun, and these stories about
the mare told to show other little folks how the bunnies
behaved, and what happened to them when they were good
or naughty.


Ever since Bunnyboy and Browny were old enough to
dig in the dirt, they had made a little flower-garden every


year, in a sunny spot on the south side of the house. Pink-
eyes used to watch her brothers taking care of the flower-
beds, and soon learned to love the pretty grasses and
leaves and buds and the smell of the freshly spaded earth,
and one day she said she would like to have a flower-bed
of her own.
It was almost winter, however, before she thought of it,
and remembered that it takes time for plants to grow and
blossom, and that the gardens in the north where she
lived were covered with snow and ice in the winter.
When Pinkeyes wanted anything she wanted it in a
hurry, and so she asked her father what flowers came earli-
est after the snow was gone.
He told her that of all the wild flowers, the fragrant pink
and white arbutus was first to peep out from under the
dead leaves and grass, to see if the spring had come.
Sometimes the buds were in such a hurry to get a breath
of the mild spring air, and a glimpse of the sunshine, that a
tardy snow-storm caught them with their little noses
uncovered, and gave them a taste of snow-broth and ice,
without cream, that made them chilly until the warm south
winds and the sun had driven the snow away.
Pinkeyes said she wanted a whole garden of arbutus, but
her father told her that this strange, shy willing did not
like gardens, but preferred to stay out in the fields, where
it could have a whole hillside tangle or pasture to ramble


in, and plenty of thick grass and leaves to hide under when
winter came again.
When her father saw how disappointed she was, he told
her if she would try to be good-natured and patient when
things went wrong, they would get some crocus-bulbs and
put them in the ground before the frost came, and in the
spring she would have a whole bed of white and yellow and
purple crocuses, which were earlier even than the arbutus,
if properly cared for.
Ever so many times in the winter, when the children
were enjoying the snow and ice, Pinkeyes wondered what
her crocus-bulbs were doing down under the ground, and if
they would know when it was spring and time to come up.
After the snow was gone she watched every day for their
coming, and sure enough, one
morning there were little rough
L places on the crocus bed, and
the next day she found a row of
delicate green shoots and tiny
Sbuds trying to push themselves
( up out of the ground.
Every day they grew bigger
i r utey"'I, I and prettier, and more of them
-t came up, until there were enough
'""- to spare some of each color for
AND PRETTIER. a bouquet, without spoiling the


pretty picture they made out of doors, where everybody
who came that way could see and enjoy the flowers, and be
sure that spring had really come.
The very first handful she picked was put into a bowl of
water, and looked very fresh and dainty on the breakfast-
Pinkeyes felt quite proud of her first crocus-blossoms,
and almost cried when her mother said that it would be a
kind thing to do, to take them over to neighbor Wood-
chuck, whose children were sick and who had no crocus
bed on their lawn to look at while they had to stay in the
house to get well.
Pinkeyes thought it would be a good excuse for not
doing so, to say she did not know the way ; for she had
never been so far away from home alone; but her father
said he was going over that way and would take her with
him, if she wished to carry the flowers to the .tired mother
and the sick children; and so they started off with the cro-
cuses carefully wrapped in soft damp cotton to keep them
When Pinkeyes handed the flowers to Mrs. Woodchuck,
she said: "Here is the first bunch of blossoms we have
picked from my crocus bed, and my mother thought that
you would like to have some to brighten the room while
the children are sick, and we have plenty more at home."
The family were all delighted with the flowers and the


kind attention, for they had not seen anything so bright
and cheery for a long time, and they all thanked Pinkeyes
so heartily that she felt ashamed to remember how unwill-
ing she had been at first to give the crocuses away.
When she came
home she told
her mother about
the call, and how
pleased they were
with the simple
gift; and her
Smother asked her
I how many cro-
cuses she had left
in the bed, and
she said, "More
than twenty."
asked how many she had given away, and she said, Only
six," and Pinkeyes began to see what her mother meant,
and that a little given away made one happier than a great
deal kept all to one's self.
Then Pinkeyes went out and looked at those left grow-
ing in the bed, and whispered softly to them, "Now I
know what flowers are made for." And all the little buds
looked up at her as if to say, "Tell us, if you know "; and


so she whispered again the answer, To teach selfish folks
to be kind and generous, and to make sick folks glad."
Every day new buds opened, and Pinkeyes had a fresh
bouquet each morning, and also enough to give away, until
the other flower-beds which her brothers had planted began
to bear blossoms for the summer.

Browny took more interest in the flower-garden than
Bunnyboy, who was older and liked to play circus, and cro-
quet, and to watch base-ball games; and so Browny began
to take care of the flower-beds alone.
He liked to plant new seeds and watch them come up,
and wait for the buds to open, but the hardest part of the
work was to keep the neighbors' hens away from the lawn.
These hens seemed to think there was no place like a
freshly made flower-bed to scratch holes to roll in; and
when no one was looking they would walk right out of a
large open corn-field, where there was more loose earth
than they could possibly use, and begin to tear that flower-
garden to pieces.
One old yellow hen, that was lazy and clumsy about
everything else, would work herself tired, every time she
could get in there, trying to bury herself in the soft loam
of the garden.
Browny's father, Deacon Bunny, told Browny he might
scare the' hens away as often as they came, but must not


hurt them with clubs or stones, because they belonged to
their good neighbor Coon.
Browny thought it .
was strange that a
good.neighbor should
keep such a mischiev- '"
ous hen as Old Yel- ,
low; but the Deacon \. >'" "
said that people who .
kept hens in a tf "
hood, and let them run at large, usually cared more
about fresh eggs and other things to eat than for flowers,
and as a rule, such people did not lie awake at night think-
ing about the trouble their hens gave other folks.
One day, when Browny was complaining about the
yellow hen, Bunnyboy came rushing in to ask his father to
get a croquet set, and said their lawn was just the place for
a good croquet ground.
The Deacon said at once that he thought it would be a
good place, and if the neighbors' children would all turn
out and enjoy the game with them, the plan Bunnyboy
suggested might help to rid them of the daily hen-conven-
tion on the lawn, and save the flower-beds. The next day
he brought the croquet set.
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found four mallets and four balls, and nine arches and two
stakes, all painted and striped with red, white, blue and
yellow, to match each other.
The first thing they did was to begin quarrelling lustily
about who should have the first choice, for each of the
players preferred the blue ball and mallet.
When the Deacon heard the loud talking on the lawn, he
came out, shut up the box and said the croquet exercises
would not begin until they could behave themselves, and
settle the question of the first choice like well-bred chil-
dren, without any more wrangling.
Bunnyboy happened to remember that he was the oldest,
and said the best way was to give the youngest the first
choice and so on. The Deacon said that was all right, and
that they were all old enough to learn how much happier it
makes everyone feel to be yielding and generous, even in
little things, than to be selfish and try to get one's own way
in everything.
So they all agreed, and each bunny took a mallet and
began a game, and they had rare fun knocking the balls
about, trying to drive them through the arches without
pushing them through, which was not fair play.
By and by Chivy Woodchuck and his brother Chub
heard the clatter, and came over to see the fun, and wanted
to play with them.
Then came the question, who should play, and who


should not, for all six could not play with but four mallets.
Of course the visitors should have first place, and two of
the Bunnys must give up
i. ) their mallets and balls.
Bunnyboy tried to set-
A' / tle it by asking Pinkeyes
/J and Cuddledown to go
-.., into the kitchen and tease
the cook for some ginger
/ T-' cakes, while the others
played a game. They
liked this plan, and so the
boys each had a mallet
and the game went on
nicely, until Chivy Woodchuck knocked the red ball into
the muddy gutter and the other side refused to go and get
it. Then another dispute began.
Bunnyboy thought Chivy ought to get the ball, and
Chivy said Bunnyboy ought to get it himself; and so,
instead of keeping good-natured, they stood sulking and
scolding until the other children came back.
When Cuddledown heard the talking, she went and
picked up the muddy ball, wiped it on her dress, and
brought it back to the lawn, just as the Deacon came out to
see what the new quarrel was about.
Bunnyboy and Chivy were so ashamed of having made


such a fuss about doing a little thing that the youngest
bunny could do in a minute without being asked, that they
begged each other's pardon, and went on with the game.
Deacon Bunny told Cuddledown that she was a good
child to get the ball and stop the dispute, and that she had
begun early to be a little peace-maker; but the next time
she had a muddy ball to clean she should wipe it on the
grass instead of her dress, because it was easier for the rain
to wash the grass than for busy mothers to keep their chil-
dren clean and tidy.
All the summer they had jolly times with the croquet,
but the old yellow hen did not like having so many little
folks around, and had to hunt up a new place to scratch
holes to roll herself in.
But Browny had both a flower- and vegetable-garden
next year, and the old yellow hen never troubled him any




"I'w N the top of the hill behind
-."- R.inwild Terrace, where the
.. .,'' Li.." nny family lived, there was a
i A "rming view of all the country
.h'i' : "Wl.c i M., miles around.
S:*"''-'IS Bunnyboy and Browny had
.I t-i r! tlen their little sisters, Pinkeyes
:. and l C.i:l:liedown, to the very highest
point, where they could look over the tops
-... .'", of the houses and trees on every side, and see more
pretty hills and valleys and glistening rivers and ponds
than they could count in a whole day.
Away off in the distance, farther than they had ever
been in their lives, they could see where the blue sky
seemed to come down to meet the ground, and they used
to wonder who lived over there, so near the golden sunsets.
As Bunnyboy grew older, he began to boast about what
he knew, and what he had seen, or done, and sometimes


about things he only made believe he knew, and had never
done or seen at all.
He may have fancied others would think he was very
wise if he talked big," for he had not then learned how
silly boasting sounds, or why those who are really wise are
always modest in speaking of what they know or can do.
Another thing Bunnyboy did not know, was that boast-
ing leads to lying, and telling lies is sure, some day, to end
in trouble and shame.
Bunnyboy soon found out about these things, in a way
which made him remember the lesson as long as he lived.
One pleasant afternoon in the early summer, all the
Bunny children had climbed the hill and were watching a

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lovely sunset, when Cuddledown asked him how many
miles it was to sundown.
Bunnyboy said it was not as far as it looked, and that
he had walked farther than that one day when he went to
the circus with Cousin Jack.
Cuddledown said she would like to look over the edge,
where the sky came down, and see what was on the other
side, where the sun stayed at night.
Then Bunnyboy very boastfully said he would take her
there some day, and show her the beautiful place where
the fields all shone like gold, and the rivers like silver, and
all the rest was just like a rainbow place, all the time.
Little Cuddledown believed everything Bunnyboy said,
because he was older; and though he forgot all about his
boasting before they went home, she remembered it and
often thought about it afterward.
One day, when the other bunnies were away, she asked
her mother whether she might go out to see the rainbow
place where the sun went down.
Mother Bunny thought she meant only to climb the hill
behind the house, and told her she might go.
Off started Cuddledown, thinking, in her own brave little
way, she could go to the edge of the world and get back
before tea-time, because Bunnyboy had been farther than
that, and had said it was not as far as it seemed to be.
In a little while the others came home, and the mother,


hearing them at play on the lawn, supposed Cuddledown
was with them until an hour or two had passed and they
came in to tea without her.
When she asked for Cuddledown and was told they had
not seen her, Bunnyboy was sent to the hill to bring her
home, but soon returned saying she was not there.
Then the family were alarmed, and all went out to look
for her in the neighborhood, but everywhere they were told
the same story, "No one had
seen Cuddledown that afternoon."
When evening .Il, 7'- grew dark, and
they could not find her, they be-
gan to fear she '' 'I had lost her way
and was wander- i1 'ii ing about the
fields or woods alone in the dark-
ness, or that per- haps she had fal-
len into some stream and been
The kind neighbors came out with lanterns to help them
search for her, while Cousin Jack did the best thing he
could do, by climbing the hill and building a bright fire on
the top, that she might see the light and come that way, if
she was anywhere near the village.
All the long night they searched near and far, ind when
morning came they had found no trace of the lost Cuddle-


A sadder family or a more anxious party of friends
never saw the sun rise to help them, and without stopping,
except to take a hasty breakfast, they kept on looking for
her in every place where a little Bunny-child might be lost.
Some went tramping through the woods, shouting her
name and looking behind the fallen trees, and in the
ditches, while others went up and down the brooks and
rivers and along the shores of the ponds to see whether
they could find any tiny footprints along the edges, or pos-
sibly her little hat floating on the water.
All that day and the next they searched and searched,
until they were nearly worn out with grief and dis-
appointment, and then at last they gave up, and almost
everyone thought the dear little Cuddledown had fallen
into the river and had been carried away to the ocean, and
that they should never see her any more.
Several days later, when Mother Bunny had repeated to
the Deacon what Cuddledown had said to her before going
out, he asked what she could have meant by the "rainbow
place where the sun went down."
Then Bunnyboy remembered what he had boastingly
told her, the day they watched the sunset together, and
was so overcome with the grief and shame that he burst
out crying and told his father all about it.
Cousin Jack at once said, This explains a part of the
mystery, for now we can guess which way little Cuddle-


down went, and we must begin the search again, going
westward as far as she could walk that afternoon."
That very day" another searching party started out, and
Cousin Jack, who was lame and could not walk so fast as
the others over the rough fields, tried to make up for it by
doing more thinking.
Taking a knapsack, to hold a blanket and food enough
for a few days, he started off on his crutches, telling the
almost broken-hearted mother, as he said good-bye, not to
give up, for something in his heart told him that their
dear lost Cuddledown would yet be found.
While the others were searching the fields he took the
road leading west until he came to a shallow stream which
crossed the road, about three miles from home.
There was no bridge, because the stream could be easily
forded by grown folks, but Cousin Jack thought a tired lit-
tle Bunny-girl would not have dared to wade through the
water, and might have stopped there to rest. Then he be-
gan to look very carefully along the roadside for any signs
" of her having been there.
Near the edge of the stream he saw a large, round stone,
and by its side something glistening in the sun. He
picked it up and found, to his great joy, it was a bright
new penny with a hole in it, and remembered that he had
given Cuddledown one just like it, on the day she went


He felt sure she had been sitting on the stone, and look-
ing closer he found a number of strange-looking footprints
in the soft earth, larger than any he had ever before seen
in that part of the country.
The tracks led to the water, and wading across, he found
the same footprints on the other shore, all pointing to the
He at once decided to follow them as far as he could,
and, taking the road, he travelled on for several miles,
guided by the marks of the strange feet where the ground
was soft.
When night came he ,
had reached a place i '
|.)'" ; iiii '"" "" '| "[ / .. .
where the road divided -'
into two narrow paths, --'<- -
and all signs of the
footprints were lost. -
He was very tired -
and almost dis- .
courage, and was glad -
to wrap his blanket _-
down to rest until
morning, before deciding which of the two ways to take.
Before he went to sleep he remembered how Cuddle-
down used to say a little evening prayer her mother had


taught her, and he began to repeat it very softly to
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray Thee, Lord, to safely keep;
And when the morning comes again,
Please help me to be good. Amen!"

When he came to the last line, he thought a minute, and
then, instead of saying it just as she did, he changed it the
next time to this:
"And when the morning comes again,
Help me to find our child. Amen "

Then he felt better, but could not go to sleep for think.
ing about the two paths, and at last he got up, and looking
around him, saw, far away in the darkness, the glimmer of
many lights.
He knew there must be a settlement there, and that one
of the paths must lead that way.
He noticed carefully which one it was, and then lay down
and slept peacefully.
In the morning he awoke refreshed, .and more hopeful
than ever of finding Cuddledown, and all day long he kept
cheerfully on the way, stopping only to eat a lunch from
his knapsack, or to take a drink of water from a spring on
the roadside.
The distance was longer than it had seemed to him the
night before, and when evening came he was glad to see


the lights shining not very far off. About nine o'clock the
lights began to go out, one by one, and when he reached
the place the houses were all dark and the streets deserted.
The only living creature he met was a great surly fellow
who spoke to him gruffly. The creature had a short club
in his hand, and wore a star on his breast, and his face was
smooth and white, unlike any Cousin Jack had seen among
the friends and neighbors at home.
Not being able to make him understand a single word,
Cousin Jack hurried on, hoping to find some one who
could talk with him, and give him shelter for the night.
Suddenly, while groping his way through a narrow
street, he heard a low, pleading voice,
and stopping to listen, he caught
quite distinctly the words:
"And when the morning comes again,
Please take me to my home. Amen!"
Springing forward to the place from
which the sound came, he called softly,
" Cuddledown Cuddledown where
areyou?" Then out of
the darkness came a -
quick, glad cry, "0
Cousin Jack is it you ?
Please take me out of


The voice came from a large square box in the rear of
the house, and behind some strong bars, nailed across the
open side of the
box, he found
I-,; -' poor Cuddle-
Si down penned up
I '.- alone, like a wild
I beast in a cage.
In less than a
d _i minute he had
,':l" torn away the
S'bars and taken
her out, and his
S" I heart was so full
.,. .. ..of thankfulness
at having found
0 COUSIN JACK I IS IT YOU ? her alive, that
he sat down upon the ground and clasped her close in his
arms, while the trembling bunny nestled her face on his
shoulder and cried for joy.
Presently she raised her head and whispered, Oh!
Cousin Jack, please let us go away from this place just as
fast as we can, or the strange creatures here will find you
and shut us both up in wooden cages."
Cousin Jack thought any place was better and safer than
this, where a helpless little Bunny-child was kept shut up


alone in the cold and dark, and he told her not to be afraid,
for they would start at once for home.
Taking his crutches, and telling her to keep a tight hold
upon his coat, they hurried away, and without meeting any
one, were soon on the open road.
Cousin Jack was

far as possible, before
stopping to rest, and
Cuddledown was so -' '' ,
glad to get out and be '1'!
with him once more
that she trudged along "'' i' "'
bravely for nearly two
Then they stopped -
to rest near a grove of
hemlocks, where Cous- -
in Jack cut off some
branches to make a CLASPED HER CLOSE IN HIS ARMS.
branches to make a
kind of bed, and said they would rest there until morning.
Taking her in his arms again, he wrapped the blanket
around both, and they lay down to sleep, with only the
darkened sky and the waving branches of the trees above
Just before Cuddledown went to sleep she whispered to


Cousin Jack, Did God send you to find me, and show you
the way ?" and he answered, I hope so, for I am sure he
loves little children, and is sorry for everyone who is in
They were up before sunrise, and after making a break-
fast from the food left in the knapsack, they set out again
for home.
Cousin Jack hoped they could get there before bedtime,
for now that he knew the way and need not stop to look
for footprints, they could return much faster than he had
He could not carry her very long, for he had to use both
hands to manage his crutches, and this troubled him, for
he was afraid she would be worn out with walking before
their journey was over.
Cuddledown was a
brave little bunny, and _
kept saying she was '
not very tired, and did'i
not mind the sun and. l
dust. On the way she I I '
told him all about how ,. .
the strange big creat-
ures had found her'
resting by the shallow '"
stream, where she had SHE TRUDGED ALONG BRAVELY.


dropped the penny, and what happened to her when they
carried her off to the settlement.
There they had put her in the wooden prison, as she called
it, where she had been kept, for more than a week, as a
plaything for their children.
She could not understand what they said, and their queer
ways and smooth white faces frightened her as they stared
at her through the bars.
She said they gave her the strangest things to eat, and
only a little loose straw for a bed, and the great clumsy
children used to take her up and carry her about by the
ears. Sometimes they were so rough and squeezed her so
hard she thought she should die with the pain.
Cousin Jack said he had heard of something like this
before, but could hardly believe anyone could be so cruel
as to take other living creatures, who had done them no
wrong, away from their homes and friends, and shut them
up in pens or cages, just for the pleasure of looking at
them, or playing with the poor helpless victims.
He told her he was glad the bunnies had been taught to
love their own homes and friends and freedom, as the most
precious things in the world, and were too gentle and kind-
hearted to wish to rob others of all that made life sweet to
Cuddledown said she hoped she should never see any liv-
ing creature shut up in a pen as she had been. Then


Cousin Jack told her not to think
any more about it, for she would
soon be safe in her own happy
home again, where they would all
love her more than ever.
At noon they stopped to rest
once more, near a brook, where
SCousin Jack bathed her tired feet,
and let her take a nap for an hour.
All the afternoon they kept on
the way, and at sundown came to
Sthe stream without a bridge, and
knew they were only a few miles
S from home.
SJ Cousin Jack waded through the
Water with Cuddledown clinging
COUSIN JACK WADED THROUGH to his back on the knapsack, and
though they were very tired the
thoughts of home made the rest of the way seem short.
As they climbed the Terrace a bright light was shining
in the window, and they could see the family gathered
around the table, looking very quiet and sad.
This was all changed in a twinkling as Cousin Jack
stepped into the room, leaving Cuddledown outside for a
minute, while he told them the good news gently. The
first thing he said was, Cheer up Cuddledown is found !"


and before he could answer their eager questions, Cuddle-
down bounded into the room and was safe in her mother's
arms once more, but too happy to speak.
They were all nearly wild with joy, and they almost
smothered her with hugs and kisses, until Cousin Jack
reminded the family that they had come to stay, and when
a pair of hungry tramps had walked so many miles, over a
dusty road, since sunrise, one of the first things on the pro-
gramme ought to be a warm bath and something good to
Then Mother Bunny stopped repeating over and over
again, my poor, precious darling !" dried her eyes, and
began to bustle about, making things very lively in that
family, until both had been made as comfortable as possible
and were ready to tell all about their strange journey.
When Cuddledown told the story of her going to find
the rainbow place," and said it was ever so much farther
off than she had thought it was, Bunnyboy went over to her
side and told her how sorry he was he had told her what was
not true, that day on the hill, and promised her he would
never, never boast about himself again, nor try to deceive
anyone, even in fun.
Then Cousin Jack told his part of the story, and when
he had finished, they all thought it was very strange that
he happened to take the right one of the two paths, and
find the right place in the dark.


Pinkeyes said that perhaps a guardian angel had led him
all the way, but Deacon Bunny said he had a great deal of
faith in every-day angels, with brave, willing, and loving
hearts, even if they had but one sound leg and a pair of
crutches, instead of wings.
"Well, well," said Cousin Jack, "we don't really know
very much about guardian angels, or how they work; but
my notion is this : If I had not been kept awake by think-
ing about Cuddledown's 'Now I lay me,' I might not have
seen the lights which led me to the settlement, or known
which of the two paths to take.
And if Cuddledown had not been saying her prayer,
like a good child, just as I was passing by in the dark, I
might never have found the missing one at all.
"Now it seems to me," said Cousin Jack, "that the
good mother who taught Cuddledown her little prayer, had
something to do with my finding her child, and until we
know more about these mysteries I think we ought to fol-
low her teaching and example; and for one, I am going to
write Mother Bunny's name at the head of the list of the
Angels in this family."




THERE were two sides to Runwild Terrace.
On the south side, where the Bunnys lived, there were
many cosy cottages, well-kept lawns, and pretty flower-
The Bunny children and their playmates who lived in
these pleasant homes were taught to be kind and gentle,
and were usually neatly dressed and tidy in their habits.
On the north side of the Terrace there was another vil-
lage, where many poor families were huddled together in
dingy blocks or small, shabby houses.
The streets were narrow, the door-yards piled with rub-
bish, and both the old and young were poorly clothed and
looked hungry and neglected most of the time. The
young Bears and Coons and their neighbors of the north
village were commonly called "Cubs," and their names,
when they had any, were generally nicknames.
Bunnyboy and Browny had sometimes met two of the


bear cubs, Tuffy and Brindle, in the fields, and liked to
play with them, because they were large and strong, and
were usually planning or doing some mischief.
Deacon Bunny soon began to notice that both Bunnyboy
and Browny were becoming rough and clownish in their
manners and sometimes used bad words while at play.
He told them the bear cubs were not good company,
and advised the Bunnys to keep away from them in future.
One day in September Tuffy Bear met Bunnyboy and
asked him to come over and play circus that afternoon.
When Bunnyboy asked his father whether he might go,
the Deacon said No," but that they might play circus at
home and invite their playmates to come and spend the
afternoon with them.
Like a great many others of his age, Bunnyboy was wil-
ful, and this did not suit him at all, for he wished to have
his own way in everything.
He thought his father was very hard and stern; and
after sulking awhile, he told Browny to ask their mother
whether they might go berrying.
Mother Bunny said "Yes," if they would come home
early ; and off they started over the hills.
When out of sight from the house, Bunnyboy said that
he was going to the north village to ask Tuffy and Brindle
where the berries grew thickest.
He said this to satisfy Browny; but he knew it was only


a sneaking way of going to see what the bear cubs were
doing, and an excuse for disobeying his father.
On the way they met Spud Coon and his grandmother,
who lived in the north village.
Spud asked them to stop and play with him, or to let
him go with them.


belong, with your old granny."
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Bunnyboy looked scornfully at Spud's torn jacket and
bare feet, and replied, "We don't wish to play with a
ragged cub like you. You had better stay where you
belong, with your old granny."
This word "granny" was one he had picked up from the
bear cubs, and he thought it would be smart to use it,
because Spud's grandmother was old and feeble and miser-
ably poor.


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polite and respectful to the aged, and he did not stop to
think how angry it would make him to hear his own dear
grandmother called granny" by a saucy youngster.
Grandmother Coon looked sharply at Bunnyboy and said
she was sorry his manners were not so fine as his clothes,
and led away Spud crying and wishing he was big enough
to thrash the fellow who called them names because they
were poor.
Browny was ashamed and would have turned back, but
Bunnyboy urged him along until they met Tuffy and Brin-
dle, who supposed they had come to play circus.
dle, who supposed they had come to play circus.


Tuffy said he knew just the place for a circus-ring and
led the way to an open field, a little way out of the village.
Here they began to race about in a circle while Brindle
played he was a clown, repeating a lot of stupid words at
which they all laughed, pretending they were having great
When they were tired of this, Tuffy said they must have
a trained donkey, and if the bunnies would help him he
would catch one of the young goats in the pasture on the
hill beyond the woods, and make him play donkey for
While Tuffy was catching the goat, Brindle was sent to
get a long piece of clothes-line, and when he came back
with it, the goat was dragged through the fields to the
Then began a great racket; shouting at the frightened




creature, tripping him up, and laughing to see him tug at
one end of the line with Tuffy at the other, while Brindle
beat him to make him go round and round in the ring.
At last, this rough sport was too much for Browny's
tender heart, and he begged the cubs to let the poor goat
This made them
angry, and they said
that he was trying to -~~-
spoil the fun, and it 4
would serve him just
right to make him play '-
monkey and ride the
Bunnyboy began to see what kind of company they
were in, and tried to take Browny's part. Then Tuffy
struck Bunnyboy, and a quarrel began in which the bun-
nies were roughly handled and thrown down on the ground.
Tuffy was so strong he could easily hold Bunnyboy,
and he told Brindle to tie Bunnyboy's hands and feet so
that he could not get up.
Then they put Browny on the goat's back and tied him
on, with his feet fastened under the goat's neck and his
hands under his body, so that he could not fall off, nor
get off, and they said he made a good monkey.
They beat the goat to make him go faster, and hit


Browny because he cried, while Bunnyboy had to lie help-
less and see his little brother abused.
When he tried to call for help they stuffed his mouth full
of grass and leaves, and told him to keep still or they
would tie up his mouth with a handkerchief.

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not very far away.
Tuffy and Brindle did not like dogs, and were afraid of
being caught playing such cruel tricks on the bunnies, and

they ran away home as fast as they could.
When the goat found he was free from his tormentors he
starthey ran away home phase as fast as the Browny stll tied on his back,
When the goat found he was free from his tormentors he
started for the pasture with Browny still tied on his back,



leaving Bunnyboy bound hand and foot, alone and helpless
on the ground.
Though he shouted for help until he was hoarse, no one
came. Then he hoped Tuffy or Brindle would come back
and untie him before dark, but they did not.
Evening came, and the moon rose over the hills, and still
he lay there alone, wondering what had become of his
brother and what would happen if he had to lie there all
At last he heard voices in the corn-field near by, and
called again for help as loud as he could.
Some one answered, and he felt sure help was coming;
but he hardly knew what to think when he saw bending
over him the same Grandmother Coon and little Spud,
whom he had met on his way.
Spud knew him at once and cried out, "Oh, grandma,
here is the same Bunnyboy who called us names this after-
Bunnyboy thought his last chance was gone, but begged


of them not to leave him any longer in his misery, for the
cords were hurting him and he ached all over from lying
bound and cramped so long.
Spud said, "Good enough for you!" but his grand-
mother told him that was wrong, and quickly untied
Bunnyboy and helped him to his feet.
Then she said, "If you are one of Deacon Bunny's sons,
I know your mother. She is a kind friend to us poor folks,
and has often brought us food and comforts when we have
been sick or in trouble. You behaved badly to us to-day,
but I am glad to help you now for her sake, if for no other
Bunnyboy thanked .
her, and was glad
enough to use his -
stiffened legs once
more to hurry home, i
by the same road he 'fi,, .
had come but with
very different ,
thoughts. .' ,. '
He felt a great
his father's opinion
of bear cubs, and of what was good company for him to
keep, than he had felt when he first left home. The family


had already begun a search through the neighborhood, and
were just planning what to do next, when Bunnyboy
reached the house.
When they asked "
for Browny, he told
them that the last he
saw of him was that '
he was being carried .,.'
off on a goat's back
toward the pasture CARRIED OFF ON A GOAT'S BACK.
beyond the north village.
The Deacon knew where the goat-pasture was, and
ei R.tarrtes d at once with


Cousin Jack, to find
In about an hour
they returned bring-
ing Browny, who was
dreadfully frightened,
and badly bruised and
scratched by the
bushes and.fences
against which the goat
had rubbed, in trying
to rid himself of his


They had found Browny still tied to the goat, and both
lying on the ground, with a dozen or more goats standing
about in the moonlight staring at the strange sight.
When Browny had been bathed and had eaten his sup-

per, the family sat down to hear how it all had hap-
Then the whole story came out, for Bunnyboy was hon-
est enough to tell the whole truth about going to see the
bear cubs, and of the first as well as the last meeting with
the Coons.


He owned to his father that he knew he was disobeying
him, and never thought of making a bad matter worse by
telling lies about it.
When he had finished the Deacon looked very sober and
said to Mother Bunny, "I think I ought to give up my
mission Sunday-school class in the north village, and see
what I can do for our own little heathen in this family.
"I am ashamed," he went on, "to try to teach other
folk's children, when one of my own sets such an example,
by mocking at misfortune and by being rude and unfeeling
to the old and poor, as Bunnyboy has done to-day."
Mother Bunny made no reply, but cried softly to herself,
and it almost broke Bunnyboy's heart when he saw her try-
ing to hide her tears behind her handkerchief.
Cousin Jack said it reminded him of the old proverb,
" The way of the transgressor is hard;" and if Bunnyboy
would take it for a text for his next Sunday-school lesson,
he thought he would not need a dictionary to tell him what
the big word meant, or how hard the wrong way always is,
-especially for those who have been taught a better way
than they follow.
Then Deacon Bunny turned to Bunnyboy and said,
"When I was a boy the only whipping my father ever
gave me was for disobeying him, and perhaps I ought to
follow his example."
Bunnyboy thought a whipping would be the easiest part


of his punishment, if that would blot out the record of the
day, but he did not say so.
After thinking a moment the Deacon went on to say,
"You all know that my father's plan is not my way of teach-
ing you to do right. : I think if a boy with such. a home, and
such a mother as you have, can not learn to be a good boy
without whipping, he will not learn at all, but will keep on
doing wrong, until he has brought sorrow and shame on
himself, and on all who love him."
"Well, well!" said Cousin Jack, "there is always one
good thing that may be saved from the wreck of a bad day,
and that is a good resolution." Then calling Bunnyboy to
his side, he said, My poor boy, I am sorry for you, and I
know just how you hate yourself for what has happened,
for I used to get into just such scrapes myself, when I was
young and thoughtless."
This made Bunnyboy feel better, but more like crying,
and he pressed Cousin Jack's hand very hard.
"I have noticed," said Cousin Jack, "that most boys
seem to have these attacks of lying, boasting, and disobey-
ing their parents, just as they have the measles, chicken-
pox, or whooping-cough, and when they have suffered as
Bunnyboy has suffered for his disobedience to-day, they
are not likely to have the same attack again."
Bunnyboy looked very gratefully at Cousin Jack for help-
ing him out, and told them all he was truly sorry and


would never do so any more, and that early next morning
he would ask Grandmother Coon's pardon in good earnest,
and give Spud the best toy he had in the house. As for
Tuffy and Brindle, he had seen enough of them, and their
kind of a circus, to last him a lifetime.
Mother Bunny looked at the clock, said it was time the
bunnies were asleep, and led them away to bed. When
his mother kissed him good-night, Bunnyboy whispered to
her, "Don't cry any more about it, mother, for I will try
not to make you cry for me again, the longest day I live."
And the best part of the story is that he never did.
Many years after, when Bunnyboy had grown up, the
sweetest praise he ever received, was when his mother told
him he had been a good son and a great comfort to her,
ever since the day he played circus with Tuffy and Brindle




THE next morning after their scrape with Tuffy and
Brindle, both Bunnyboy and Browny were able to be up
and dressed, but did not feel so nimble as usual.
Browny's wrists and ankles were chafed and swollen where
the cords had held him bound on the goat's back, and
Bunnyboy was somewhat stiff and sore from lying so long
fettered on the ground.
There had been some talk in the family, before the bun-
nies came down to breakfast, about what should be done
with "those good-for-nothing bear cubs," as the Deacon
called them.
Just what ought to be done was a hard question to
decide; but at last Cousin Jack said he would take the mat-
ter in hand, and try a little home-missionary work on the
bear family.
He thought there might be some better way found
for Tuffy and Brindle to use their strong, healthy


bodies and active minds, than in idle mischief and cruel
The Deacon said he was welcome to the task, but, as for
himself, he felt more like a bad-tempered heathen than a
missionary, every time he thought of their shameful treat-
ment of poor Browny.
That afternoon Cousin Jack asked Bunnyboy to go with
him to the north village, and call on Tuffy's mother, who
was a widow.
When they were ready to start, Mother Bunny gave
Bunnyboy a well-filled basket, saying to Cousin Jack that
she never liked to have any one go missionarying among
the poor and needy, quite empty-handed.
Cousin Jack said he was always glad to carry more food
than tracts to such folks, and off they started to find the
Widow Bear.
They found her in a wretched place, not much better
than a hovel, and looking very tired and miserable.
Two shabby little cubs were playing in the door-yard,
and another was crying in Mother Bear's arms, when she
came to the door to let them in.
She thought Cousin Jack was a minister, or a bill-col-
lector, and began to dust a chair for him with her apron,
and to tell him her troubles at the same time.
Cousin Jack gave her the basket of good things from
Mother Bunny, but said nothing about the circus affair,


because he thought the poor Mother Bear had enough to
worry her, already.
When he asked her why Tuffy and Brindle did not get
some work to do, to help her, she told him that since their
father died she had been too poor to buy them clothes fit to
wear to school, and they had grown so wild and lawless
that no one would give them work.
She said they were both over in the pasture by the brook,
playing, and were probably in some new mischief by this time.
Well, well," said Cousin Jack, don't be discouraged;
perhaps they may live to be a comfort to you yet; at any
rate, we will hunt them up, and see if there is not something
besides mischief in them, and I'll try to get some work for
Tuffy to do."
Widow Bear thanked him, and bidding her Good after-
noon," they set out for the pasture.
On the way Bunnyboy was quiet and thoughtful, for he
had never seen such poverty and misery before.
After thinking about it for a while, he said he felt sorry
for the Mother Bear, and wondered if Tuffy's father had
been a good man.
Cousin Jack said he did not know; very good folks were
sometimes very poor; but the saddest part of these hard
lives was, that so many good mothers and innocent little
children were made to suffer for the faults of others, and
that bad habits were too often the real cause.


When they came to the brook, they saw Tuffy and his
companions on the top of a hill in the pasture, racing about
and having a roaring good time.
Tuffy had been showing them how to play "Wild
He had a long rope, with a noose on one end, and the
other end tied around his waist, for-he was playing that he
was both horse and rider, and having great fun lassoing
the others, and hauling them about like wild horses or cat-
Just as Cousin Jack and Bunnyboy reached the foot of
the hill, Tuffy had grown so vain of his strength and
skill, that he boastfully said he was going to lasso one of
the young steers browsing near by.
They saw him creep carefully forward, and then, giving the
coil a few steady whirls in the air, he sent the noose flying
over the steer's head.
The loop fell loosely over the creature's neck, and as the
crowd set up a shout the steer started on a run.
One foot went through the open noose, the rope tight-
ened over and under the steer's shoulders, and away he
went, with Tuffy tugging manfully at the other end of the
The more they shouted the faster the steer ran, Tuffy fol-
lowing as fast as his legs could carry him, until the fright-
ened creature plunged down the hill at full speed.


Half-way down Tuffy tripped and fell headlong, and,
hitched by the rope he had so carelessly left tied around his
own body, he was dragged down the grassy slope, unable to
rise, or get a footing.,..
On dashed the steer, across the
broad but shallow brook, dragging .
Tuffy after him through -
the mud and
water, until

the cub was landed
Son the farther shore.
Here Tuffy's weight against
the bank stopped the steer, and
held him fast; but he still
tugged, until Cousin Jack came
HE WAS DRAGGED DOWN.THE to the rescue and cut the rope
with his knife.
After Tuffy was upon his feet again, and had rubbed
some of the mud from his face and eyes, he looked sheep-
ishly about him, while the rest laughed and jeered at the
drenched and drabbled cub.
Cousin Jack asked him if he was hurt, and told him he
would better wring out his wet jacket, and sit down on a
log in the sun, before he went home to change his clothes.
When Tuffy said he was all right, but had no other


clothes to put on, Cousin Jack asked him why he did not
go to work and earn some.
Tuffy replied that he could not get any work to do.
Then said Cousin Jack, kindly, That is just what I have
come to talk with you about, for I have been to see your
poor, patient, hard-working mother, and I can hardly believe
that a strong, healthy fellow, as you are, is really willing to
be a trouble to her instead of a help."
Tuffy said gruffly, How can I help it when no one will
give me a chance ?"
"Then I would try to make a chance," said Cousin Jack,
and begin by helping her take care of the children.
Tuffy," said he, "if you're really in earnest, I will find
you some decent clothes and work to do."
Tuffy was puzzled, for he had thought Cousin Jack had
come over to settle with him for abusing the bunnies; but
as Cousin Jack spoke so kindly and earnestly, he managed
to say, "Try me and see."
Then Cousin Jack advised him to wash himself, go to bed
early, and let his clothes dry; and in the morning, if he
would come over to Deacon Bunny's, he should have a bet-
ter suit.
When Tuffy and the others had gone, and the Bunnys
were on their way home, Bunnyboy said that perhaps Tuffy
was not so bad a fellow after all.
Cousin Jack said he was glad to hear Bunnyboy say this;


for it was a good plan, once in a while, to stop and think how
much a good home and proper training had to do with
making some folks better or more fortunate than others,
and with giving a fair start in life.

s-C_:. ADVSE .. F'. "




WHEN Tuffy came home his mother asked him what had
happened to make him so wet.
He told her he had been fooling with a steer and got a
ducking, but that he didn't care, for he was going to bed, and
his clothes would be dry before he needed to wear them
He said he was going over to Runwild Terrace in the
morning, to see if Lame Jack Bunny meant what he had
said about giving him a new suit of clothes, and finding
him a place where he might have steady work.
Mother Bear told him the Bunny family were very kind
to take an interest in him, and she hoped he would try to
do his best.
Tuffy replied he should take more stock in them, when
he had seen the clothes, for he had heard folks talk well
Then he went to bed, and his poor mother sat up half


the night cleaning and patching the ragged garments,
so that they might look as tidy as possible for the
At about ten o'clock the next day he started, wondering
how the trip would turn out, and how it would seem to be
dressed a little more like other folks.
On the way to Deacon Bunny's, Tuffy had to cross a
bridge over a river across which a dam had been built, so
that the water might be used for power to run the factories
in the north village.
The stream curved sharply to the left, above the dam,
and the swift current swept over the falls in a torrent, to
the rocky rapids below.
When Tuffy reached the river, a crowd was gathered on
the bank and they were all watching something on the
stream above the dam.
He ran to see what was the matter, and saw a small skiff,
or rowboat, drifting down the stream.
In the boat were old Grandmother Coon, and Totsy, her
little grandchild.
He could hear their piteous cries for help, as the boat
drifted nearer and nearer to the dam.
Their only chance of beitg saved, was that the boat
might drift close to a snag which stood out in the middle of
the stream, where a tall pine-tree had lodged during a re-
cent freshet.


A few feet of the bare top rose above the surface of the
water, with the roots held fast below.
Fortunately the current set that way, and, as the boat
drew near, Grandmother Coon caught hold of the snag and
stopped the boat in the swiftest part of the current.
The boat swayed and tossed about, but she clung with
all her strength and held it fast.



There was no other boat at hand, and the excited crowd
on the shore seemed helpless to aid her.
Someone said that if he could swim, he would go and
help her hold the boat.
Tuffy heard the remark, and without pausing a second,


ran up the shore to the bend, stripped off his jacket, and
plunged into the stream.
He could swim like a duck, and by the help of the cur-
rent, was soon in line with the boat; but then he was clear-
headed enough to know he must strike the snag, for his
weight would upset the boat, or break her loose, if he tried
to climb in.
As he drew near, a few steady strokes brought his breast
against the snag, and he grasped the gunwale of the boat
with both hands, just as Grandmother Coon, overcome
with the strain and excitement, let go her hold and fell back
into the bottom of the boat.
When the crowd on the shore saw Tuffy with his body
braced against the snag, and his strong arms on either side
holding the boat against the current, they gave a shout,
and called to him :
Stick and hang, Tuffy Don't let go !"
And stick and hang he did, until he thought his arms
would be pulled from his body, while the frantic folks on
the shore rushed about making a great fuss, but doing
nothing of real use.
SAt last a long rope was found, and someone who had
kept calm and had his wits about him, told them to tie one
end of the rope to a plank and follow him.
Taking the plank up stream, to the bend where Tuffy
had jumped in, they threw it far out into the river.

S ,I





By giving the rope plenty of slack, the plank, caught by
the current, was carried well out toward the other side.
They watched it drifting down toward the boat, and
when they saw that the plank would go outside the snag
and carry the rope within Tuffy's reach, they called to him
to keep cool, and hang on until by pulling on the rope
they could bring it to the surface.
Every minute seemed an hour to Tuffy, whose hands and
arms were stiffened and cramped with the grip and strain,
and he found it no easy matter to seize the rope without
losing his hold on the boat.
When they had hauled in on the rope, and drawn the
plank close to the boat, Tuffy managed to get the rope be-
tween his legs.
By holding on with all his might with his right hand, he
shifted the left to the same side of the snag, and then
taking a fresh grip on the gunwale, he told them to haul
In a few minutes the boat was drawn to the shore and
safely landed with its living load.
Grandmother and Totsy Coon were tenderly cared for,
and Tuffy, who was chilled and tired out by his long struggle,
was taken to a house near by, given a good rubbing, and a
change of dry clothing.
Every one praised him for his brave act and his pluck in
holding to the boat so long.


They all said he was a hero, and had saved two lives by
risking his own, and more than one made the remark:
Who would have thought that vagabond of a Tuffy
Bear was such a brave, generous fellow !"
It made Tuffy feel strange to hear himself praised, and
he wondered if he was really the same Tuffy the villagers
had called a "good-for-nothing cub," ever since he could
remember !
When Grandmother Coon was asked how they happened
to be in a boat, without oars or paddle, she said that Totsy
had run away and climbed into the boat, and when she
stepped in after the little one, the boat, which was not fas-
tened, tipped up with the added weight, and floated off into
deep water.
After the excite-
ment was over, Tuffy --
went on his way to 1 ,
Runwild Terrace, in .. '
his borrowed clothes, -
and found Cousin
Jack waiting for him. _. .
Some one had car-- --
ried the news of the TOTSY IN THE BOAT.
accident and the res-
cue to the Terrace, and here Tuffy was given a hearty wel-
come, and praised on all sides.


Cousin Jack told him he had made a splendid beginning,
and he was glad an occasion had offered for him to prove
his mettle and to show that he could use, as well as abuse,
his brains and strength.
The Bunnys kept him to dinner, and made up a bundle
of comfortable clothing for Brindle and the other children.
After dinner Cousin Jack told Tuffy that the Terrace
folks had made up a purse of money for him, and that one
of the store-keepers had offered to give him a full new suit.
When they went to look for work Cousin Jack advised
him to learn a trade, and found a machinist who would give
him a place in a shop and pay small wages for the first year.
Tuffy agreed to begin work the next day, and went home
very proud and happy.
The neighbors had been there before him with the story,
and some, who were both able and -willing, had sent in
plenty of food and clothing for the family, when it was
known how poor and needy they were.
Tuffy's mother told him it was the proudest day of her
life, and said she always knew he would prove a credit to
the family, for his father was a brave man, and had been a
soldier in the war, before Tuffy was born.
Tuffy went to his work the next morning bright and
early, and for a few weeks he liked the change.
After a while the days seemed long, and the Sundays a
long way apart.


One day when Cousin Jack dropped in to see him, Tuffy
grumbled a little,, and said he was tired of being shut up in
a shop all day, when the other fellows he knew were hav-
ing fun, chestnutting, and going to base-ball games.
Cousin Jack said that there was where the pluck came
in: he must keep his grip on his work, just as he did on
the boat, the day he saved two lives.
Tuffy replied that folks seemed to have forgotten all
about his being a hero, as they had called him then, and
that they treated him just as if he was the same old Tuffy
after all.
"Well, well!" said Cousin Jack, "that is the way of
the world, and you must not mind it.
"You did a noble and plucky thing 0AD IFN r
that day in the river, but you are BIUSNE
doing a harder and a nobler task ..
now, by working to help your mother
support the family, and send your
brothers and sisters to school."
Cousin Jack talked with him hope-
fully about his work, and told him
there were a great many real, every-
day heroes who never had a chance
to earn the title by a single great act
of courage or endurance, but they
were heroes just the same. AN "EVERY-DAY HERO."


"Stick to your work, Tuffy," said he, "and don't weaken
because the current is strong against you, and one of these
days, perhaps, you will be a great inventor, or the owner of
a shop like this, yourself."
This made Tuffy feel better, and when he went home
that night he told his mother she need not worry any more
about his giving up learning a trade, as he had threatened
to do. "For," said Tuffy, "I am going to stick to my
work and try to be one of Jack Bunny's Every-Day
Heroes "




.UDDLEDOWN'S birthday was in
June, and June, the month of
roses, was coming in a few weeks.
Then the Bunnys were to have
S a picnic, if all were well and the
weather proved fine.
"i&',ll They were fond of picnics and
''' liked to have them a long way off
11,"r, d I"from home.
Now there were plenty of green
fields and pleasant groves near by
Runwild Terrace, but the Bunnys
thought the best part of a picnic was the going away from
a noisy neighborhood, in search of new places to ramble
in for the day, and having a dinner out-of-doors.
They were always glad to come home again when the
day's fun was over, but they really loved the quiet and


strangeness of the woods and fields, and knew how pleasant
it was to find some wild place, where they could play
that all the world was their own, to be good and happy in
for a little while, all by themselves.
There never seemed to be any room in such places for
naughty thoughts or actions, and they always came home
so full of fresh air and sunshine that the good feeling would
last for several days, in spite of the little trials and tempers
which might come peeping around the corners of their work
or play at home.
For a long time after those sad and anxious days when
Cuddledown was missing, the Bunnys felt rather timid
about going very far away from the village alone.
They used to talk about the strange creatures, with
smooth, white faces, who carried Cuddledown off to the
settlement where Cousin Jack had found her, and they
often wondered if they should ever meet them in the fields
when berrying or having a picnic.
Bunnyboy was the captain of a soldier company, made
up of a dozen or more of his playmates, and Cousin Jack
called them his Awkward Squad" ; but they looked very
grand in their blue flannel uniforms, bright crimson sashes
and gilt buttons, and they felt and talked almost as grand
as they looked.
Sometimes they talked rather boastfully about what they
would do, when they were grown up and had real guns


instead of wooden ones, if the strangers ever came to
molest them at the Terrace.
One day when Bunnyboy and his soldiers were talking
very bravely about this matter, the Deacon asked Bunny-
boy if they had ever practiced Right-about face, Double-
quick, March !"
Bunnyboy saw the twinkle in his father's eyes, and re-
plied: Oh, you think we would run at the first sight of
the smooth-faces, do you?"
The Deacon smiled and said he hoped not, but the
bravest soldiers were usually modest as well as brave, and
perhaps Cousin Jack would tell them a story some time
about two dogs he once heard of, whose names were Brag"
and Holdfast."
Cousin Jack answered him by saying: The dog story is
all right so far as it goes, but my advice to them is to keep
right on thinking brave thoughts, for such thoughts have
the right spirit, and are good company for old or young.
It would hardly pay," said he, to grow up at all, if
we did not love our homes and country enough to be will-
ing to defend them with our lives, if necessary."
Browny, who carried the flag, waved his staff and said:
"Just you wait until we are bigger and have swords and
guns, and see if we do not teach the smooth-faces a
Browny," said Cousin Jack, I hope by that time guns


will be out of fashion, for real courage does not depend so
much on swords and guns as some folks imagine.
Perhaps," said he, "the smooth-faces are not so bad as
they seem to us, and they may have meant no wrong by
taking Cuddledown with them to the settlement. They
might have left her to starve and perish alone, and then we
should have lost her altogether.
"A brave spirit and a revengeful spirit," he continued,
"are two very different things; and you should be careful,
Browny, not to get them mixed. However, it is now time
for you all to go on with your drilling."
Turning to the company, Cousin Jack looked them over
very carefully and said, Keep your shoulders straight,-
eyes to the front,-keep step to the music and-obey your
"Attention company, forward, MARCH !" shouted Bun-
nyboy, and off they, tramped, looking so brave and manly
that even the Deacon clapped his hands and cried, "Bravo !
they are a plucky lot, that is a fact, and I am proud of
So many months had passed, during which nothing had
been seen or heard of the strangers, that the Bunnys
began to feel less timid, and to wish they might see some
of the places Cousin Jack and Cuddledown had passed on
their journey.
Cousin Jack told them it would be a pleasant drive, and


if the Deacon would let them take the horse and carriage
for the picnic party, they would go that way when the time
Even a few weeks seemed a long time to wait, but at
last the day came, and very early one bright morning the
near neighbors knew that something was to happen, by the
noise the Bunnys were making.
They were all up with the sun, and Cuddledown had to
be kissed six times by each member of the family, and each
had a pretty card or gift for her birthday.
After breakfast, when Gaffer brought the family carriage
to the door, they were in such a hurry to be off, they could
scarcely wait for Mother Bunny to pack the lunch-basket
and get all the things ready for a long day away from
When all were stowed away in the carriage, and the four
Bunnys were seated, Cousin Jack took the reins, while
Browny shouted "All aboard!" and with a rousing Good-
bye!" to the father and mother, off they started, as merry as
larks in a meadow.
The fields and lanes were all so lovely they could not
help stopping on the way to pick a handful of the golden
buttercups and fragrant lilacs, while all around them in the
trees and hedges the birds were filling the air with melody,
and seemed to be inviting everybody to come out and enjoy
the fine weather.


After a pleasant drive of more than two hours, they came
to the "two roads," and found the very spot where Cousin
Jack had slept the first night of 'his journey, and from
which he first saw the lights in the settlement.
They could just see, from the top of a hill near by, the
white church-spires glistening in the sun, but they did not
wish to go any nearer.
The Bunnys were not really afraid, for Cousin Jack was
with them, but they were glad when he said they would
drive back by the other road and have their picnic nearer
On the way, about noon-time, they came to a place where
there was a busy little brook, and a shining pond half-
covered with lily-pads, and an open pasture with many
large flat stones scattered about in the short grass, just
right for resting-places.
Cousin Jack said they could not find a better place, for
close by on a little knoll was a grove of pine-trees, near
enough together to make it shady and cool, and not too
thick for playing hide-and-seek.
Under the trees the ground was covered with a soft clean
mat of last year's dry pine-needles, making the nicest kind
of a couch to lie upon and watch the stray sunbeams peep-
ing through the branches overhead.
The lunch-baskets were hung on a low limb of a pine-
tree, so that the busy little ants and other creeping things


need not be tempted to meddle with the Bunnys' dinner,
and so it might be out of reach of any stray dog that might
be roving about.
When Cousin Jack had tied the horse in a safe place,
and given him a feed of oats in a nose-bag, the Bunnys
ran off to play, and had great fun racing about the fields,
looking for turtles on the edges of the pond, or making tiny
boats of birch-bark, on which they wrote pleasant messages
to send down the brooks to any one who might chance to
find them lodged or floating on the stream below.
While they were playing by the pond, they heard a
strange croaking noise, and found that it came from two
large green frogs, half-hidden in the drift-wood lodged
against some overhanging bushes on the bank.
Little Cuddledown said she thought the frogs must be
learning to talk, and asked what they were trying to say.
Just for fun, Bunnyboy told her it sounded as if one of
them was saying:

Get the lunch Get the lunch!
Eatitup! eatitup!"
and the other frog answered:

"Me the jug! Me the jug!
Ker chug!"

This made them all feel hungry, and Cuddledown thought
it was time to be going back to the tree, before the frogs


found the baskets with the sandwiches and cakes and the
jug of milk the mother had packed up so carefully for their
So they all ran back to the grove and helped Cousin
Jack to spread out the dinner on the top of a large flat
rock, where they could all sit around as if at a table, and
make it seem like having a real home dinner in the open
After dinner they packed up the dishes in the basket,
and all the broken bits and crumbs that were left over were
scattered about on the ground, so that the little bugs might
have a picnic too, all by themselves, under the leaves and
Cousin Jack thought Cuddledown had played so hard
that she must be tired and sleepy, and spreading a lap-robe
under the trees they lay down to take a nap, while the
others wandered away in search of fresh flowers to take
home in the baskets.
By and by, when they came back to the grove, Bunnyboy
had an armful of fragrant wild azaleas and hawthorn blos-
soms; Pinkeyes had a huge bouquet of buttercups and
pretty grasses, and Browny a lovely bunch of delicate blue
violets. These he had wrapped in large, wet leaves to
keep the tender blossoms from losing all their dainty fresh-
ness before he could give them to his mother.
It was now time to think about driving back to the vil-


" Ir,



lage, and presently, when the baskets, and flowers, and
Bunnys were all snugly stowed away in the carriage again,
they started off for home, waving good-bye with their hand-
kerchiefs to the pleasant grove, while the nodding tree-tops
and swaying branches answered the salute in their own
graceful way.
As they drew near the outskirts of the village, and were
passing through a shady lane, they heard voices in the dis-
tance, which seemed to come from behind the hill at the
right of the road.
The voices soon changed to cries for help, and tying the
horse by the roadside they hurried to the top of the hill,
where a strange and startling sight was before them.


NEAR the foot of the hill was a pine grove and a gently
sloping field, very much like the. one the Bunnys had left,
and beyond was a low marsh, or peat meadow, overgrown
with low bushes and tufts of rank grasses.
Huddled together near the edge of the marsh was a
group of frightened little ones, evidently another picnic-
party, but in trouble.
Out in the marsh someone was clinging to the bushes,
waving her hand and calling for help, while a few feet
beyond they could see a small object, which looked like the
head and shoulders of a child, slowly sinking into the bog.


Cousin Jack knew at a glance what had happened, and
telling Bunnyboy and Browny to follow him, and Pinkeyes
to look after the group below, he led the way to the near-
est rail-fence.
Loosening the rails, he told the Bunnys to drag them
along one at a time, and then hurried as fast as his crutches
would carry him to the edge of the marsh.
The Bunnys were close behind him with a stout rail,
and laying down his crutches he crept out as far as he

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could safely go, dragging the rail after him, until he was
within a few feet of the sinking child.
Then he pushed the rail over the yielding and treacher-
ous quagmire to the little fellow and told him to put his
arms over it, hang on, and stop struggling.
The Bunnys soon had two more rails within reach, and
these Cousin Jack pushed alongside the other, making a


kind of wooden bridge, or path, over which he crawled, and
at last by main strength pulled the half-buried child out of
the soft, wet mire.
In a few minutes, both had safely crept back over the
rails to the solid ground.
Meanwhile, the grown person who was clinging to the
bushes, had succeeded in pulling her feet out of the mire
by lying down, and, imitating Cousin Jack's example, had
crept out of the marsh and joined Pinkeyes and Cuddle-
down in quieting the little ones, who were crying in their
fright and helplessness.
A few words explained it all. They were a party
of little orphan Bears, Coons, Woodchucks, 'Possums,
Squirrels, and Rabbits from the Orphans' Home in the vil-
lage, and had come out for a picnic with Miss Fox, one of
the matrons of the Home.
Toddle Tumblekins Coon, the little fellow Cousin Jack
had saved from being buried alive in the bog, had strayed
away in search of flowers and become helplessly mired in
one of the soft spots in the marsh.
In going to his rescue, the matron had also been caught
in a bog-hole, and but for the timely help of Cousin Jack
and the Bunnys, both might have lost their lives.
The first thing to do was to wash off some of the wet
black mud at the brook, and wrap up the shivering Tumble-
kins in shawls and blankets, to keep him from taking cold.


Miss Fox's feet were wet and covered with mud, but she
was so busy looking after the others that she did not mind
that; and soon, with the help of the Bunnys, the baskets
and the wraps were picked up and they all set out for
It was not very far to the village, but the Bunnys said
they would walk and let some of the tired little ones ride
in the carriage.
Cousin Jack agreed to this plan and loaded both seats
full of the smallest orphans, and with Cuddledown by his
side, drove off at the head of the procession, while the rest
trudged on behind.
When they reached the Orphanage the Bunnys said
good-bye to their new friends and were invited by Miss
Fox to come and see the children at home, some day, and
meet the other matrons, who would be glad to thank them
for all their kindness.
It was nearly dusk before the Bunnys reached home,
and they were all so eager to tell about the day's doings
and the strange accident in the marsh that they all tried to
talk at once.
Mother Bunny said they must be hungry after such a
long day, and so much excitement, but after supper she
would be glad to hear all about it and enjoy the picnic at
second hand.
The Deacon said he would join in the same request, if


they would take turns in talking, instead of turning the
tea-table into a second Babel, and Cousin Jack said some-
thing which sounded like a subdued Amen."
By the time they had finished supper, however, Cousin
Jack and Bunnyboy had told the general story of the day,
in answer to the Deacon's questions, and as they gathered
about the library-table for the evening, each of the other
Bunnys had something to tell of the day's happenings, and
of what the orphans had said to them on the way home.
Cuddledown told how the little Squirrel orphan, who sat
next to her on the front seat with Cousin Jack, had said she
had a dolly with
real hair and
asked whether .*
Cuddledown had-
ever seen one. -
"I almost
laughed," said
Cuddledow n,
and was going
to tell her I had
half a dozen dol-
lies at home, but
Idid not. I only
told her I had a


hair, too, and that my dolly's name was Cathar-
"Why did you not tell her you had more dolls?" asked
Cousin Jack.
Because-because I thought perhaps she had only one,
and I didn't wish to make her feel unhappy," said Cuddle-
Mother Bunny drew Cuddledown close to her side and
said, That was a good reason, dear, and I am glad my little
daughter is growing up to be kind and thoughtful of others."
Then the Deacon said, Next," and Pinkeyes told them
all about the pleasant talk she had with two little sister
Coons who walked with her.
They told her how they lived at the Home, about their
lessons and singing in the morning, learning to sew and
playing games in the large hall in the afternoon, or taking
pleasant walks with the "Aunties," as they called the kind
matrons who took care of them.
They both told her they liked "Visitors' day," the best
of all in the week, for then the kind young ladies came and
told them stories, or read about the pretty pictures in books
they brought.
When Pinkeyes finished her story she said to Mother
Bunny, When I am old enough I shall ask you to let me
have an afternoon out, just as the cook has for her own,
every week, and then I will be one of the visitors.


I know lots of stories," said Pinkeyes, "and I should
like to help those little orphans to forget that they have no
fathers and mothers, and no homes of their own, like
The Deacon smiled as he said, "That will all come
about in good time, my dear, I am sure, for I have had
hard work to keep your mother away from the Orphanage,
long enough to let the children there have a quiet season
of the measles, between her visits."
Cousin Jack looked at the Deacon as he said, Kindness
seems to be a family trait on the mother's side, in this house-
hold, and I hope we may all be able to bear up a little
longer under our part of the burden "; and then, with a
merry twinkle in his eyes, he turned and said, Your turn
now, Browny."
Browny began by saying he had great fun racing with
a young 'Possum who said his other name was Oliver."
Cousin Jack said that Oliver was probably a favorite
name in that family, and perhaps that was the reason it
was usually written O-possum."
The Deacon pretended to groan and said, Oh please
give Browny a chance to tell his story, and finish up this
picnic before morning, for I am getting sleepy."
Then Browny said the little fellow was about his size, and
wore a sailor-suit, just like the pretty one he had worn the
summer before.


A funny thing about the jacket was that it had on the
right shoulder the same kind of a three-cornered mended
place that his own had, and he wondered if Oliver had
tumbled out of a cherry-tree, as he himself did when he tore
his jacket.
Then he asked his mother what had become of his sailor-
The Deacon looked over to Mother Bunny and slyly said
he was beginning to understand why it was that a suit of
clothes never lasted more than one season in that family,
and why their children never had anything fit to wear left
over from last year.
Mother Bunny blushed a little as she replied : Our chil-
dren outgrow some of their clothing, Father, and it seems
a pity not to have it doing somebody some good. You
knew very well," said she, "when we sent the bundle last
spring, even if you did not know all that was inside."
Cousin Jack remarked that he saw a load of wood going
over there about that time, and if his memory was not at
fault the Deacon was driving and using the bundle of
clothing for a seat.
Browny asked if it really was his suit that Oliver was
wearing, and his mother said it probably was the same one,
forshe sent it in the bundle with the other things, although
she was almost ashamed to do so, because the mended
place showed so plainly.


Cousin Jack smiled at Browny and said, "You ought to
be thankful you have such a kind mother to help to hide
the scars left by your heedlessness, but how about the
other little chap who did not fall out of a tree, but has to
wear your patches for you ?"
Browny did not answer, for he remembered how it hap-
pened. He had nearly ruined a young cherry-tree, besides
tearing his jacket, by trying to get the fruit without waiting
for a ladder as he had been told to do. Turning again to
the Deacon, Cousin Jack said, It seems to me you might
make a good Sunday-school talk on the subject of second-
hand clothes. I have seen," he continued, "large families
where the outgrown garments were handed down from
older to younger until the patches and stains left for the
last one to wear would have ruined the reputation, if not
the disposition, of a born angel."
The Deacon said he would think about it, for it was
rather unfair to the orphans to label them with the ink-
stains and patches, and other signs of untidiness or care-
lessness, which really belonged to the Bunnys them-
"Well, well," said Cousin Jack, "perhaps when you get
the subject well warmed-over for the Sunday-school chil-
dren, you can season it with a few remarks to the grown
folks, who may be a little careless in handing down their
second-hand habits of fault-finding, ill-temper, and other


failings, for their children to wear and be blamed for all
their lives."
The Deacon coughed, and as he saw Bunnyboy trying to
hide a yawn with his hand, he asked him what he was try-
ing to say.
Bunnyboy replied that he was not saying anything, but
was trying to keep awake by thinking about how Tumble-
kins looked before they washed him in the brook.
From his shoulders to his heels," said he, Tumble-
kins was plastered with black mud so thick that you could
not see whether his clothing was patched or whole."
I felt sorry for him," continued Bunnyboy, "but he
looked so comical I could not help laughing."
Browny said he hoped the little fellow had another of
his suits to put on at the Home, and he guessed Tumble-
kins wouldn't mind wearing a patch or two, rather than to
be sent to bed until the soiled one was washed and dried.
Browny's remark reminded Mother Bunny that it was
getting late, and long past the Bunnys' bedtime, and, as
Cuddledown had been fast asleep in her arms for half an
hour, she said they ought not to sit up any longer.
So they all said Good-night," and went to bed, tired
but happy, and thankful, too, that they had so happy and
so comfortable a home, all their own, with Father and
Mother and Cousin Jack to share it with them.



-- '-..-.HE garden at Deacon Bunny's was a
real garden.
.'i-It was not one of the Keep off
.,V the grass" nor the Do not handle"
kind, where the walks and flower-
I ),. ij beds are as prim and regular as a
.- .checkerboard; but a garden to work
.. in, to rest in, and to enjoy.
Gaffer Hare, who was called
Deacon Bunny's farmer, was the head-gardener; but all
the Bunnys were gardeners also, and they had one or more
plats each, to keep in order, in which they planted what
they liked best.
The only rule the Deacon made was that the Bunnys
should take good care of what they called their own, and
should see to it that the weeds did not rob the flowers of
what rightfully belonged to them.
"Weeds will grow anywhere that flowers can grow," said


the Deacon, "and all that is best and loveli-
est, and really \v.,orth ha ,i;-. i:i.-d cotiu-tanrt .
care and work t:. make it thrivee" ; :'
Of all th, Bunny Pirnk',- lov ed .:
flowers and tlh, --_- i hof t!-im ie-rt, and t -
for this reas.-.n aronl ._rl irT-. .hle ia s
Gaffer's favorite.
He never tir-.d :I tciMn:-g r, "
.of the many .ari, -, i. of i"ii' -
and shrubs an. i l: t l,-r I ..
to treat them. 'I
Gaffer did not k.ii, w .t :.-
their botani.ial nam -i ,' '
nor any oth r ,vi: ( .i : l. of
Latin, but hi- lv1:\ .. .' i inm
the plants and i, '" 1- I 1
knew just hir In :on,
-each needed to: '' c rn tiir
make it grow rI. i-. ,a il.
or blossom -- i n- ad
and be all ''n allo .: t.
the best / .r t- all and form

or t he (- an- ket sm-
," odd pets.


These pets were only toads, but Gaffer prized them, call-
ing them his quiet watch-dogs.
They were not molested in their corner, nor among the
plants, and Gaffer often amused the Bunnys by catching
flies and feeding the toads, to make them tamer and more
friendly, or for the fun of seeing them open their queer
mouths, blink, and swallow the flies, or sit staring like a
Chinese idol.
One day when they were all watching the toads, Cuddle-
down said she did not like to see such ugly creatures
among the lovely flowers.
Gaffer told her the toads were harmless, if not pretty,
and, next to the birds, were his best helpers in destroying
the insects and other pests of the vines.
Then Cousin Jack told them an old myth of the Jewel
in the Toad's Head," and added that Gaffer's toads were a
good lesson, for beauty often shone through, where care-
less folks saw only the plain and commonplace.
Bunnyboy said he supposed it must be true if Cousin
Jack said so, but that he failed to see any beauty shining
through a toad, and Cousin Jack replied that there were
a great many kinds of beauty, and that outward show was
not a proof of inward grace.
"The flowers," said Cousin Jack, "teach us one lesson
of beauty, and perhaps the toads another, for it is some-
thing to be useful and harmless in a world like ours."


"The real ugly things," said he, "are oftener found liv-
ing in houses than out in the beautiful gardens and fields."
Browny asked him what things he meant, and he replied,
I did not really mean 'things,' but thoughts and motives,
like deceit, selfishness, pride, and hatred."
Pinkeyes, who had been listening to all this, said she
wondered if some of the little flies and bugs destroyed by
the toads were not harmless and useful too, if only we knew
the whole truth about them.
Gaffer coughed and looked at Cousin Jack, who seemed
somewhat puzzled for a minute.
Presently he answered Pinkeyes by saying, That is a
good suggestion, my dear, and no doubt it is true, for the
more we think about the wonders of the world we live in,
the more we learn of their use and beauty."
Just then Mother Bunny came out with her sewing, to
get a breath of the sweet summer air, and the Bunnys gave
her the best seat in the shadiest nook, where she could
watch them at their work.
Mother Bunny liked to work in the garden among the
flowers, as well as the others, but found little time for this
kind of recreation, for she was always busy in doing or
planning for the rest of the household.
She often used the time spent with them in the garden
as "a moment to do a little mending for the children,"
which really meant stitching a lot of love and patience over


all the worn and torn places in their clothing, that her four
beloved little bunnies might be fresh and tidy every day in
the week.
It was at her suggestion that Pinkeyes and Cuddledown
picked all the freshest blossoms in their gardens every Wed-
nesday morning, and carried them to the Flower Mission
in the village, whence they were sent to cheer the sick-
rooms and to gladden the hearts of the old and feeble in
both villages.
The Bunnys always enjoyed Mission Morning," as
they called it, and though they never knew just where the
flowers were sent, they felt sure, at least, that they made
life brighter for some one, somewhere, for a little while.



WHILE Bunnyboy and Browny worked in the vegetable-
garden, Pinkeyes and Cuddledown spent many hours
among the flower-beds.
They all had learned to love out-of-door life, and seemed
to enjoy hearing the birds singing at sunrise, and to feel
all the other refreshing charms of a bright summer morn-
ing, quite as much when weeding an onion-bed, or tending
the flower-plats, as when roaming idly in the fields.
The first crocus bed, which years before the Deacon had
made for Pinkeyes, had become an annual feature of the
south lawn, and this year she had given it to Cuddledown.
This little circular plat was not more than four feet
across, but Gaffer had taken special care, before winter
came, to stock it with bulbs and cover it with leaves and
straw, to surprise Cuddledown, when she should begin to
watch for the peeping buds of green in the early spring.
Gaffer had planned a change from the simple mound of
crocus-blooms, by arranging a cluster of two dozen hyacinth-


bulbs in the centre, enclosed in a row of four dozen tulip-
bulbs, with an outer row of six dozen crocuses for a border;
and the surprise was complete, for he had kept his plan a
secret from all but Cousin Jack, who had ordered the bulbs
from the florist.
Cuddledown and the family were delighted when the
April rains and sunshine let the secret out, and they saw
the familiar crocus bed become a daily wonder of chang-
ing blossoms and beauty, which lasted until the tardier
blooms of the garden had come.
They all thanked Gaffer for his thoughtfulness and
pains, and many of the poor and sick in both villages were
gladdened with these early blossoms from Cuddledown's
Some of these sad hearts and dull lives might never
have known such messages of hope and comfort, but for
the kind and tender heart of a simple gardener, who loved
flowers and children.
Gaffer had been the gardener at Runwild Terrace only a
few seasons, and the young Bunnys knew very little about
his life before he came there to work.
He had been a workman in a mill, until he lost his
health and had grown thin and pale, and was told by the
Doctor he must get work to do out-of-doors in the fresh air
and sunshine.
Deacon Bunny knew him and how unfortunate he had


been all his life, and kindly offered him the place to do the
light work about the Terrace.
The Bunnys knew he had no family of his own, and
could see that he was quiet and often sad, though he tried
to be cheerful and seemed glad whenever they came to
work with him in the garden.
They also noticed that he liked best of all the flowers a
little bed of bluebells, which he watched and tended care-
fully and called his own.
Every Saturday night, when the bluebells were in bloom,
the last thing he did before going to his home in the north
village, was to pick a handful of the delicate blossoms to
take with him.
He had given Pinkeyes a few of the young plants for her
flower-bed, but had never offered any to the other Bun-
One Saturday afternoon, when there were no bluebells
left on his own bed, Pinkeyes asked him if he would not
like a bunch of her blossoms to carry home.
Gaffer thanked her and said he would take a few, for it
was early in the season to stop leaving them on his way.
As they were alone in the garden, Pinkeyes asked him
what he meant by leaving them on the way ?"
Gaffer quietly answered,'" In the cemetery," and turned
his face away.
The sadness in his voice and eyes touched Pinkeyes, and


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