Rabbit. Yes, yes. I’ll go. But, dear me! The dogs! They might catch me.
Spring. Go when they are asleep.
Rabbit. Good. I will go to-night. But what message shall I take?
Spring. I’ll weave a basket of twigs and leaves and green grass, and line it with soft moss. Each one of us will put a message into it.
Part III—The Journey
Spring. Here is the basket, Rabbit.
Robin. Here is an egg.
Thrush. Here is another.
Squirrel. Here are some acorns that have just sprouted.
Spring. My prettiest flowers go to the children. There! Stop at every house where there is a child.