ts of soft tissue
paper, and some padding made of curled wood, called excelsior. Some of
the curled wood got in the Rabbit's ear and tickled him and made him
smile.

"Well, now I am going on a journey," said the Candy Rabbit to himself,
as he felt the lady carrying him out of the store. "I wish I had time to
say good-bye to my new friends on the Easter counter, and to the Calico
Clown and the Monkey on a Stick. But perhaps I shall see them again,
and maybe I shall meet the Sawdust Doll or the Bold Tin Soldier."

Just what happened, while he was wrapped in the store bundle, of course
the Candy Rabbit did not know, but he felt that he was being taken on
quite a journey.

And indeed he was, for the lady who had bought him for an Easter present
rode home with him in an automobile, and once, in the street, the fire
engines came along and the automobile had to hurry to get out of the
way. All that the Candy Rabbit could hear was a great noise, a rumble, a
clang, a ringing of bells, and much shouting. Then the automobile went
on again, and soon stopped.

The Candy Rabbit felt himself being lifted from the seat of the
automobile, and, still in his bundle, he was carried toward a house. He
did not know it at the time, but it was to be a new home for him.

Mirabell's mother, who was Madeline's Aunt Emma, was the lady who had
bought the Candy Rabbit.

"Here is Madeline's Easter present that I promised her," said Mirabell's
mother, handing the wrapped-up Bunny to Madeline's mother. "And there
are some eggs in a basket for Herbert. Hide them away from the children
until to-morrow."

"I will," said Madeline's mother, and then she carried the bundles into
the house, while Mirabell's mother went on home in her automobile.

"Oh, Mother! What have you?" cried the voice of a little girl, as the
lady entered the house with the bundle in which the Candy Rabbit was
wrapped.

"Is it something good to eat?" asked a boy's voice.

"Now, Herbert and Madeline, you must not ask too many questions," said
their mother, with a laugh. "This isn't exactly Christmas, you know, but
it will soon be Easter, and----"

"Oh, I know what it is!" cried the little girl, whose name was Madeline.
"It's the eggs and baskets we have to hunt for on Easter morning,
Herbert! Oh, what fun!"

"Hurray!" cried Herbert. "I wish it were Easter now."

"It soon will be," said his mother, and then she put away the Candy
Rabbit where the children could not find h