question. "I can't swim! I'll surely drown if she puts me in the
bathtub!"

And he was glad when he heard Madeline say:

"No, I'm not going to put him in the tub. But I want plenty of water,
for I must get him nice and clean. I'm going to have a party, and I want
my Candy Rabbit to look pretty. I'll dip my nail brush in the bathtub
and scrub him."

"And we'll help you," said Dorothy and Mirabell.

"There, I guess I have water enough," said Madeline, as she turned off
the tub faucet. There were some drops of water on her hands, and she
reached for a towel to dry them.

How it happened none of the little girls knew, but the towel on the rack
must have caught on the Candy Rabbit, sitting on the glass shelf. And
when Madeline pulled the towel she pulled her Easter toy off the shelf
and into the bathtub of water.

"Splish! Splash!" went the Candy Rabbit into the water.

"Oh, I'm going to drown! I know I'm going to drown!" thought the poor
sweet chap, as the water closed over his ears.

CHAPTER VIII

IN A WHEELBARROW

Madeline screamed, Mirabell screamed, and Dorothy screamed. The three
little girls screamed together when they saw the Candy Rabbit fall into
the bathtub. And, even under water as his ears were, the Candy Rabbit
heard them.

"Well, I hope they do something more than yell," thought the poor,
sugary chap. "If they don't pull me out pretty soon I'll melt, as well
as drown, and I dare not try to swim when they're looking at me!"

You know what the rule is in Make-Believe Toyland--none of the things
dare move when human eyes look at them. And the three little girls were
surely looking at the Candy Rabbit now, as he bobbed about in the
bathtub.

"Oh, look what happened!" cried Dorothy, pointing to the toy.

"Your Candy Rabbit is in the bathtub!" screamed Mirabell.

"Yes, and I'm going to get him out!" exclaimed Madeline.

She quickly stooped down, grasped the Candy Rabbit by his ears, and
lifted him, dripping wet, out of the bathtub of water.

"Oh, he's soaked through, poor thing!" murmured Dorothy.

"Do you s'pose he's spoiled?" asked Mirabell.

"I--I hope not," said Madeline with a catch in her voice, as if she were
going to cry. "I guess I got him out in time."

"I think so, too."

Madeline's mother, hearing the screams of the little girls in the
bathroom, ran to see what the matter was.

"Has anything happened, children?" she asked.

"My Candy Rabbit got caught on the towel a