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She had been used to swear by Bunny's sagacity. Bunny had been fond of Nelly Drummond; and there had been a time when Bunny's mother had referred to that fact as though it were Nelly's patent of nobility. "Cuckoo is at school. Bunny hasn't been very well. Those east winds in May caught him. I had a horrible fright about him. Imagine Bunny Bunny choking with croup!
I know Maud will be awfully disappointed if you don't come and tell her all about your adventure. We were talking about you only this morning." "Really!" said Saltash. "Would it be rude to ask what you were saying?" Bunny's thin face flushed. "You're welcome to know so far as I'm concerned," he said bluntly. "I always stick up for you, Charlie." "Do you? Mais vraiment!" protested Saltash.
And then he was standing close to her, and Saltash, laughing, pushed him forward. "Do you know this fellow, ma chère?" The wide blue eyes came up to his with a pleased smile of comradeship. "Why, it's Bunny!" the clear voice said. "I'm so glad you're here too in this ogre's castle." Her hand gave his a little confiding squeeze, and Bunny's fingers gripped in answer.
Bunny, indeed, was the least interested of the party. To be sure in the wonder-world of Bunny's mind baa-lambs that went of themselves and bleated were no great wonder, even though it was a pleasing novelty to find one in his nursery. He was more excited over the reappearance of Nelly herself and stood by her with one fat affectionate arm about her neck in a contented silence.
"Has we got to stay here all night?" Sue wanted to know. "Well, maybe," said Bunny slowly. "But we could easy sleep here. There's some nice dried leaves we could make into a bed, and we've some of our lunch left. We can eat that for supper, and save a little for breakfast." "What will we give Splash?" asked Sue. She had looked over Bunny's shoulder as he now opened the lunch basket.
The late John Bunny's important place in my memory comes from the first picture in which I saw him. It is a story of high life below stairs. The hero is the butler at a governor's reception. John Bunny's work as this man is a delightful piece of acting.
Closing her teeth firmly, as she always did when she was going to jump rope more times than some other girl, Sue fairly banged her nose against the window pane. Her little nose certainly flattened out, but whether more so than Bunny's was never discovered.
What Bunny thought, but did not say, was: "Why, Daddy! I've gotten into boats lots of times before, I guess I can get in now." That is what Bunny Brown did not say. But, in a way, Bunny's father was talking to the ragged boy, Tom, and not to Bunny. For Mr. Brown did not yet know how much Tom might know about boats, and as the boy was a big lad, almost as tall as Uncle Tad himself, Mr.
But she threw one over the curtain, calling out again: "Hit him with that, Walter! Hit the bear with my shoe!" But there was no need for Mr. Brown to do anything. The shoe thrown by Bunny's mother sailed through the tent. Straight at the bear it went, and before the shaggy creature could get out of the way, the shoe hit him on the end of the nose. "Bunk!" went the shoe. "Wuff!" grunted the bear.
"I am jolly well not going to sit on the back seat of a dog-cart if I can help it; I would rather go about in a perambulator," I said. "You are so confoundedly particular," he went on with a great guffaw of laughter, "but since it is Bunny's cart and I am going to drive I don't see how we can offer you any other seat." "Who the blazes is Bunny?"
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