he Candy
Rabbit to himself, as he sat there, drying. "I suppose they must have
had some adventures, also, but I don't believe either of them ever fell
into a bathtub of water."

Feeling rather lonesome, the Rabbit looked for some one to whom he might
talk. He saw cakes of soap, towels, and wash cloths. There was also a
large sponge in a wire basket hanging over the edge of the bathtub.

"I have heard that sponges are animals," said the Candy Rabbit. "I
wonder if this one is alive and will speak to me. I'll try. Hello there,
Mr. Sponge!" he called. "You must be quite a swimmer. Are you as good as
a goldfish--one of those the bad cat tried to get?"

But the sponge said never a word. Maybe it was too dry to speak, for it
had not been in the water since early morning.

The Candy Rabbit knew it was of no use to talk to a cake of soap or a
wash cloth, so he became quiet and sat on the window sill, drying off.

[Illustration: "Hello There, Mr. Sponge!" Said Candy Rabbit.
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At first the wind, which came in through the open bathroom window,
drying the Candy Rabbit, was a gentle breeze. Then it began to blow
harder, so hard, in fact, that Herbert, Dick and Arnold got out their
kites and began flying them.

"Dear me! this wind is blowing harder and harder," said the Candy Rabbit
to himself. "I hope I do not take cold here."

Stronger and stronger the wind blew. Part of the time it blew _in_
through the bathroom window, and part of the time it blew _out_. And
then, all of a sudden, there came a hard gust, and it toppled the Candy
Rabbit right off the sill.

"Dear me, I am falling!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit. "Oh, I am falling
out of the window!"

And this was true. He had fallen _out_ instead of falling _in_, and, in
the end, this was a good thing for him. For if he had fallen inside the
bathroom he would have toppled down on the hard, tiled floor, and have
been broken to pieces. As it was, falling out of the window, he had a
better chance.

Down, down, down, out of the window fell the Candy Rabbit. He fell so
fast that his breath was taken away. He felt himself drying fast. The
last drops of water, caused by his topple into the bathtub, were blown
off by the breeze as he fell.

"Oh, when I hit the ground there is going to be a terrible smash!"
thought the poor Candy Rabbit. "This, surely, is the last of me!
Good-bye, everybody!"

But, as it happened, jus