"Well, well, well," said Mrs. Bunny, and she sat down on the
clothespin basket and laughed, but, of course, there weren't any
clothespins, or any other kind of pins, in it, you see, for then she
wouldn't have laughed.
And in the next story, if my umbrella doesn't open and stand over my
bed to keep off the mosquitoes, I'll tell you another story to-morrow
night.
STORY XXIX.
BILLY BUNNY AND MRS. BLACK CAT.
Awake, awake, 'tis early morn.
The cow is climbing the stalks of corn,
The little bird is beating an egg,
And the rooster is dancing about on one leg,
And the pig is trying on her new bonnet,
With a little blue bow and a red cherry on it.
Uncle Lucky rolled over in bed and then he got up and wiggled his nose
and his left ear, and after that he was so wide awake that he didn't
want to get back into bed, as I did, when I woke up this morning.
And just then the breakfast bell rang and Mrs. Bunny put on the coffee
and the baked lollypops and the stewed prunes, and, oh, dear me! I
really can't remember what rabbits eat every day, for I'm sure they
don't eat the same old thing, for if they did they wouldn't be jolly
and gay and hop about merrily all through the day, but would sit in a
corner and sulk and be sad, and maybe get angry and maybe get mad.
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