make a little nest for him."

And the Candy Rabbit was so tired after all the adventures he had met
with that day that he fell asleep almost at once, and passed a very
pleasant night in the basket on the pin cushion, which was stuffed with
sawdust, just like Dorothy's doll.

Peddler Joe was up early the next morning. He was up before either his
brother, Tony, or the little girl, Rosa. Joe cooked himself some
breakfast on an old oil stove, and then, taking his basket, he went out.
He did not even turn back the oilcloth cover to see that his pins,
needles, cushions and other notions were all in place. He felt sure that
they were. And of course he did not know the Candy Rabbit was in his
basket.

But there the Candy Rabbit was, in the peddler's basket, on the
cushion.

"Dear me! what is happening now?" thought the Candy Rabbit, as he was
suddenly awakened by being jiggled and joggled about in the basket. "Am
I at sea? Have I been taken on a ship, and am I crossing the ocean?" For
that is what the motion was like--just the same as the Lamb of Wheels
felt when she was on the raft.

And Joe, the peddler, not knowing the Bunny was in the basket, carried
the sweet chap farther and farther away.

We must now see what happened to him.

CHAPTER VII

IN THE BATHTUB

Joe, the peddler, stopped at several houses with his big basket of
notions.

"Any pins? Any needles? Any court-plaster? Any pin cushions needed
to-day?" he would ask, as he went to door after door. He would lift back
half of the oilcloth cover of his basket to show his wares.

"No, nothing to-day! We have all the pins we need," was all the answer
he received in many places.

"Well, I do not seem to be going to have very good luck to-day," thought
Joe, as he tramped on. "I hope Rosa and her father do better with the
hand organ. I have sold nothing yet."

And, all this while, Joe didn't know anything of the Candy Rabbit in his
basket. But the Rabbit was there, just the same.

He had awakened when Peddler Joe picked up the basket. The Candy Rabbit
found himself lying on the new pin cushion, where Rosa had placed him.
But as the basket was lifted up and swung on Joe's shoulder by means of
a strap, it was so tilted that the Candy Rabbit slipped off the cushion
and fell down in among a pile of papers of pins.

"Oh, dear!" thought the sugary chap. "Now I'll be all stuck up!"

But he was not, I am glad to say. The pins were fastened on papers,
whi