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"Why, dear, from a snowball, of course. How else could you be so white?" "And have I pink eyes?" That was the little girl's second question. "What color did you think they were?" asked Bumper's mother, smiling. "Look at the eyes of your brothers and sisters." Bumper looked in Jimsy's and Wheedle's eyes, and saw they were pink, but he was still doubtful.
He had never seen a fox, but his mother had often told him tales about their cruelty. They were forever hunting little rabbits to eat, and they were as sly and cunning as they were barbarous. Bumper's quick eyes caught sight of Mr. Fox hiding in the bushes, and, for a moment, his heart beat a loud tattoo. What was he to do?
Then she caught a reflection of her face smeared with jam in the pan of water, and she laughed happily. "I don't wonder you don't like it on your face, Bumper," she said. "It does look awful, doesn't it? My, I must have nearly a quart on my face." Then she began cleaning her lips and chin, using Bumper's pan of water for a wash basin.
It was true that Professor Beecher had tentatively engaged Jacinto, and had sent word to him to keep other explorers away from the vicinity of the ancient city if possible; but Jacinto, who did not return Professor Bumper's money, as he had promised, had acted treacherously in order to enrich himself.
You can never imagine how these words soothed Bumper's ruffled feelings. It was like being rescued from a terrible giant who intended to dash out your brains and eat you for supper. Bumper's heart began to beat slower and slower until pretty soon it wasn't going any faster than the ticking of the clock outside in the hallway.
I understand," replied Bumper, getting excited by the nearness of this big, black thing. "How dare you make fun of me!" cried Mr. Crow, striking the tip of Bumper's ears with his wings. "I'll teach you to laugh at my voice." With that he struck out with both wings, and nearly upset Bumper from his raft. Frightened by this exhibition of anger, Bumper's teeth chattered, and his voice shook.
The natives of the Beecher party also withdrew a little way from those of Professor Bumper's organization, and then preparations for spending the night in the jungle went on in the rival headquarters. "Well, he certainly had nerve, to deny, practically, that he had set Jacinto up to do what he did," commented Tom. "I should say so!" agreed Ned.
They were a little crowded in their home, and new baby rabbits were coming all the time so that if some of them weren't sold they'd soon be walking all over each other. "Now, which ones shall I take to-day?" the old woman mumbled, smiling upon all of them. They all bobbed their heads and blinked their pink eyes, and Jimsy jumped over Bumper's back and hopped right into the woman's hands.
The stream grew rougher, and little white caps appeared ahead. His raft began to bob up and down, and pretty soon a wave washed over it and wet Bumper's feet. This made him very uncomfortable, for a rabbit doesn't like wet feet any more than a cat does. He tried to sit up on his hind legs and dry his front paws, but other waves washed over the raft and wet his haunches.
She admired Bumper's soft, white hair, and remarked: "Wouldn't it make a handsome fur neck scarf? I wonder how much it would cost." Edith snatched the rabbit from her hands. "You wicked old thing!" she exclaimed. "I believe you'd kill Bumper just for his fur." "What a funny little girl you are," the nurse laughed. "What are rabbits for if you can't use their skins for furs."
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