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When Sammie Littletail and his sister Susie went off toward their underground house, after they had shown Mrs. Wren where she could get the squirrel’s old nest for a home, the little rabbit children felt very happy. They ran along, jumping over stones, leaping through the grass that was beginning to get very green, and had a jolly time.

“I wonder what makes me feel so good?” said Sammie to his sister. “It’s just as if Christmas was coming, or something like that; yet it isn’t. I don’t know what it is.”

“I know,” spoke Susie, who was very wise for a little bunny-rabbit girl.

“What is it?” asked Sammie, as he paused to nibble at a sweet root that was sticking out of the ground, looking for Spring.

“It is because we have been kind to somebody,” went on Susie Littletail. “We did the little brown wren bird a kindness in showing her the squirrel’s old nest where she could go to housekeeping, and that’s what makes us happy.”

“Are you sure?” asked Sammie.

“Yes,” said Susie; “I am,” and she sat up on her hind legs and sniffed the air to see if there was any danger about. “You always feel good when you do any one a kindness,” Susie went on. “Once I wanted to go out and play, and I couldn’t, because Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy was away and mamma had a headache. So I stayed home and made mamma some cabbage-leaf tea, and she felt better, and I was happy then, just as we are now.”

“Well, maybe that’s it,” admitted Sammie. “I am glad Mrs. Wren has a nice home, anyhow. But I wouldn’t like to live away up in a tree, would you?”

“No, indeed. I would be afraid when the wind blew and the nest shook.”

“It is ever so much nicer underground in our burrow,” continued Sammie.

“It certainly is,” agreed Susie, “but I s’pose a bird, having wings like a plane, would not like that. They seem to want to be high up in the air. But I don’t like it. Once I hopped away up on top of Farmer Tooker’s woodpile, because his gray cat chased me, and when I looked down I was very dizzy, and yet the woodpile was not as high as a tree.”

So the two bunny children hurried along, talking of many things, and, now and then, finding some nice sweet roots, or juicy leaves, which they ate. They paused every once in a while to look over the tops of little hills to discover if any dogs or hunters or ferrets were in sight, for the little rabbits did not want to be caught.

At length they came to a little brook that was not far from their home. The edge of the stream had ice on it, for, though Spring was approaching, the weather was still cold.

“Ah! There is some ice. I am going to have a slide!” Sammie shouted.

“You had better not!” cautioned his sister. “You might fall in.”

“I will keep close to the shore,” promised her brother, and he took a run and slid along the ice. “Come on!” he cried. “It’s fun, Susie. Come and slide with me!”

The little bunny girl was just going to walk out on the ice, when Sammie, who had taken an extra long run, slid right off the ice and plop! Into the water he splashed.

“Oh! Oh, Susie!” screamed Sammie. “I’ve fallen in! Help me out!”

“What shall I do?” cried sister Susie. She stood up on her hind legs and waved her little paws in the air.

“Get a stick and let me grab it!” called Sammie. “But don’t come too close, or you may fall in, too.”

Sammie was very fond of his sister, and did not want her to get hurt. He clung to the edge of the ice, and shivered in the cold water, while, with her teeth, Susie gnawed a branch from a tree. The branch she held out to her brother, who grasped it in his mouth and was soon pulled up on shore. But, oh, how he shivered! And how his fur was plastered down all over him, just like a pussy cat when it falls into the bathtub. But I hope none of you children ever put pussy in there.

“You must run home at once,” said Susie, “and drink some hot sassafras tea, so you won’t take cold. Come on, I’ll run with you, Sammie!”

So they started off, running, hopping, leaping and bounding, and, by the time they got to their burrow, Sammie was quite warm. Down the front door hole the little rabbits plunged, and, as soon as Sammie’s mother saw him, she cried out:

“Why, Sammie! You’ve been in swimming! Didn’t I tell you never to go in swimming?”

“I haven’t been swimming, mother,” said Sammie.

“Yes, you have; your hair is all wet,” answered Mrs. Littletail suspicious like.

Then Sammie told how he had fallen in through the ice. Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old rabbit, heard him, and said he guessed he would have to give Sammie and Susie some lessons in swimming.

So if the dill pickle will dance with the rye bread in the cottage cheese, I’ll tell you next something about Nurse Jane.

They ran along and had a jolly time.

(See page 43.)