bits," was the reply. "There's no place so safe and comfortable."
"But you always told us some day we'd find a better home, with plenty to eat, and nothing to do," whimpered Bumper, who felt quite cross. "Why did you tell us that?"
Mother rabbit looked quite perplexed for a moment. "I think, dear," she said finally, "you ask more questions than any child I ever had."
Bumper's eyes shone with amusement. "I have a million more of them to ask, mother. I dreamt of them last night."
"Then," laughing at him, "find the answers to them in your dreams to-night."
The next day Bumper had his turn, and then again the following day, but each time he returned home unsold. Jimsy was bought by a little boy, and triumphantly carried off, and Wheedles was captured by a girl. Even Topsy, who was big and clumsy, found a purchaser, and disappeared from the backyard. On returning home the fourth time, Bumper was in a disappointed mood, and felt very unhappy.
"Why is it, mother," he asked,