t then Patrick, the gardener, was passing along
with a wheelbarrow full of freshly cut grass. He had cut the lawn in
front of the house where Dorothy lived, and now Patrick was wheeling the
loose grass across Madeline's yard to give to a pony in a stable in the
house just beyond Madeline's.

And, all of a sudden, just as Patrick came along with the wheelbarrow
full of grass, the Candy Rabbit fell out of the bathroom window. And,
very, very luckily, the sweet chap, instead of hitting the ground, fell
into the soft grass on the wheelbarrow.

For a moment he could not get his breath, and he was buried deep in the
long, green spears and stems. And then, as he felt that he was not
broken to bits, the Candy Rabbit murmured:

"I am saved!"

CHAPTER IX

AT THE PARTY

Patrick, the gardener, had set his wheelbarrow down to rest just as he
came under the bathroom window of Madeline's house. And Patrick had his
back turned, and was looking at Carlo, the little dog, chasing his tail
just when the Candy Rabbit fell into the grass. So Patrick did not see
what had happened.

"But I know what has happened," said the sweet chap to himself. "Only
for the soft grass I would have broken all to pieces! I wish I dared
call out and tell Patrick I am here. But I dare not. I must keep still
and say nothing."

"Well, I must hurry along and give this grass to the pony," said the
gardener, after he had seen Calico catch his tail. "The pony must be
hungry."

Over across Madeline's yard, to the yard where the pony lived in a
little stable, went Patrick with the wheelbarrow full of grass and the
Candy Rabbit. Only, of course, Patrick did not know he had the sugary
fellow.

"Well, how are you, little pony?" cried the jolly Patrick, when he
reached the stable. The pony gave a soft little whinny in answer.

"I have some nice grass for you," went on Patrick. "Nice, sweet, green
grass that I, myself, cut off the lawn. You shall eat it all up."

Once again the little horse talked in the only way he could make Patrick
understand, which was by whinnying. He meant that he would be glad to
eat the grass.

"But I hope he doesn't eat me!" thought the Candy Rabbit. "It is lucky I
can speak and understand animal talk. When I get in the pony's stall
I'll call out and ask him not to chew me up with the grass."

But the Candy Rabbit did not have to do this. For when Patrick began to
take from the wheelbarrow the grass he had gathered for the