ail of a kite.

"Did nothing exciting ever happen to you?" the Rabbit wanted to know.

"Yes, once," replied the Cat. "I am hollow, as you see, and I am
generally filled with burnt wooden matches.

"Well, one day, somebody put a blazing match in me by mistake, and, in
an instant, all the partly burnt matches were on fire. There I was, all
burning up inside."

"Oh, that must have been dreadful!" cried the Candy Rabbit.

"It was, until Madeline's mother threw a glass of water over me and put
out the fire," said the Cat. "Then I was all right, except for being
blackened and smoked. Of course it doesn't show in the dark, but it's
there all the same."

The Candy Rabbit stayed in the closet with the Porcelain Cat all night,
and the two were company for one another. The next day Madeline took her
Easter toy for a ride in the doll carriage, and Dorothy had her Sawdust
pet with her. The little girls talked about the party.

"Wouldn't it have been dreadful if Tom had eaten your Rabbit?" asked
Dorothy.

"Terribly dreadful!" said Madeline. "I am glad it didn't happen."

"And I'm glad, too," thought the Candy Rabbit. "I hope my adventures are
over now."

But they were not, though I have no room to tell you any more. I will
just mention a few. Once Herbert and Dick took the Candy Rabbit and
gave him a ride in Herbert's toy train of cars. But the engine went so
fast that the train ran off the track. The Candy Rabbit was thrown off,
and a little piece of sugar was chipped off one of his paws. But that
did not hurt very much.

And, another time, the Candy Rabbit was almost run over by Dick, who was
gliding around on roller skates. Only that Patrick, the gardener, caught
the Bunny out of the way just in time, the sweet chap would have been
crushed.

One day Herbert called to Madeline and said:

"Daddy is going to bring me a present from the store to-day."

"Is he? What kind?" asked Madeline. "Is it going to be a Jumping Jack?"

"That, or something just as funny," Herbert answered. "I want something
that moves and jumps. Candy Rabbits are very nice, but I want something
livelier."

"Will you let me see it when you get it?" asked his sister.

"Yes," promised Herbert. And what fun he had with his toy will be told
to you in the next book, to be called: "The Story of a Monkey on a
Stick."

As for the Candy Rabbit, I might add that he grew sweeter and sweeter
each day, and he and Madeline lived happily forever after. Thou