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They sat there in the dark room for a long time, the girl rubbing Bumper's head and back and crooning gently to him. Then a noise outside the sound of approaching footsteps alarmed the white rabbit again. "Edith!" a voice called. "Edith, are you up here?" It was Mary, her cousin, calling, and the red-haired girl gently pushed open the door, and whispered. "I'm in here, cousin Mary. Where's Toby?"
Crane," said Rusty, smiling and winking, "see what you can do with the White Rabbit. I told you what ailed him. He's eaten too much of something that disagrees with him." "Then I can cure him," gravely replied Dr. Crane, approaching Bumper's side. The other birds crowded around to see what he would do. The appearance of Mr.
"I'd never go through that dark sewer again for anything," he said, shuddering. "I must go on until I find another way back to the little girl." Bumper's one desire was to return to Edith. He was sorry now that he had ever jumped out of his pen.
She was humming some tune to herself or to the doll she carried in her hands; but she stopped singing, and stared at Toby and Mary pulling at the white rabbit. Then she dropped her doll, and sprang forward to Bumper's rescue. "Oh, that's my rabbit, cousin Mary!" she cried. "It's the one I wanted to buy from the old woman, but I didn't have the money. Let go of him, Toby! You're hurting him!"
"'Sorry I couldn't see you before you left. It was a mistake, but when you come back " "Oh, that part isn't any of your affair!" and, blushing under his tan, Tom thrust the letter into his pocket and strode away, while Ned laughed happily. With the idol of gold safe in their possession, Professor Bumper's party could devote their time to making other explorations in the buried city.
Did this lady have plenty of money, or did she put it all on her back and starve her stomach? She was beautifully dressed, and her cheeks were not very plump and fat not a bit like those of the red-headed girl with a freckle on the end of her nose. "Two dollars, ma'm, an' he's cheap at that! You don't find rabbits like him once in a year." Bumper's hopes took a sudden drop. Two dollars!
Bumper squealed, and the old woman pushed Topsy away. "No, you can't go for being so rough," she scolded. "Poor little Bumper, did Topsy hurt you?" Bumper was sure then that she intended to take him along with Jimsy; but no! she put him down gently, and selected three others. Bumper's disappointment was so great that a tear came into one of his pink eyes.
Caw!" cried Bumper, supposing that was the bird's name. "Good morning! How do you do?" Now, the crow is very sensitive about his inability to sing. He used to think that cawing was singing until the birds all laughed at him. After that he kept by himself, and very rarely joined the other birds in the woods or fields. Bumper's calling him by that name very naturally angered him.
"This is some of Beecher's work," was Professor Bumper's grim comment. "It seems that Jacinto was in his pay." "In his pay!" cried Mr. Damon. "Do you mean that Beecher deliberately hired Jacinto to betray us?" "Well, no. Not that exactly.
Why, Jimsy had been sold for one dollar, and Wheedles for seventy-five cents, while Topsy, who was old and fat, brought only fifty cents. My, two dollars was an awful lot of money! "Two dollars!" repeated the lady, fumbling in her dress with one hand. Then, to Bumper's surprise and delight, she added: "I think I'll take him. I want him for my nephew.
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