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Updated: June 14, 2025
I was only d doin' it oh hoo ah h h! d oin' it to p please boo oo oo! to p please you!" His father paused with uplifted strap. "And that's why all the others are behaving in so strange a fashion? Just for me to take them to the pantomime?" Bunty wriggled himself free.
"There was some water in the basin, and I was just about to dip my hands in when I looked over toward Bunty Bun and saw her little ears all lopped down flat, for the other little girl rabbits were giggling at her for coming in with me and being late. The boy rabbits were giggling at me, too, which I did not mind so much.
At first Captain Woolcot had requested Esther to ask Miss Marsh, the governess, to give them all ten French verbs to learn; but, as Judy pointed out, the General and Baby and Bunty and Nell had not arrived at the dignity of French verbs yet, so such a punishment would be iniquitous.
And Bunty, with a defiant, shamed look in his eyes, stuffed the whole of the sweets into his mouth at once, as if to preclude the possibility of a sudden repentance. The other note was equally unfortunate. Little Flossie went home, her thoughts intent upon a certain Grannie bonnet Nell had promised to make for her new doll.
They bought a little bale of fragrant Kinnikinnick tobacco from the sutler, made a sufficiency of corncob pipes, swept off the ground in front of their house, which, as there had been no rain for several days, was in good condition, with brooms of brush, that it might serve for a dancing-floor, gathered in a stock of pitch-pine knots for their fire, spoke to Bunty Jim to bring his fiddle along, and to Uncle Sassafras, the Colonel's cook, to come down with his banjo, and their preparations were completed.
The Captain felt in a lazy, teasing mood, and his little fat, dirty son, was the only subject near. "Suppose you come here and confess every bit of mischief you've done this week," he said gravely. "I've the whole morning to spare, and it's time I saw to your morals a little." Bunty approached the arm of the chair indicated, but went whiter than ever. "Ah, now we're comfortable.
"Bunty, you're a pig," sighed Meg, looking up from her book. She always read at the table, and this particular story was about some very refined, elegant girls. "Pig yourself all of you've had fowl but me, you greedy things!" retorted Bunty fiercely, and eating, his potato very fast. "No, the General hasn't," said Judy and the old mischief light sprang up suddenly into her dark eyes.
Bunty sped across the paddock on winged feet; the sight of his father near the stables gave him a momentary shock, and brought his own trouble to mind, but he shook it off again and hurried on. The pantry door was locked.
"Judy likes Pip best, and he never climbed the cactus; Meg thinks I tell stories; and Nellie says I'm a greedy pig nobody cares!" Another great fat tear gathered and fell. "Have you taken root there?" a voice asked. His father, smoking at the open french window, had been watching him, and marvelling at his rare and exceeding quietness. Bunty started, guiltily, and pulled up his stockings.
"I should like to hear you sing in those big rooms," acknowledged Bunty, a little wistfully. "When I give my recital you shall have a seat in the front row," Diana promised, as she picked up her gloves and music-case. A tap sounded at the door. "Are you ready?" inquired Olga Lermontof a voice from outside. Bunty opened the door. "Oh, come in, Miss Lermontof.
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