Very glad, says the Story Teller.
"He went lickety split home, didn't he?"
He did that!
"I like them to go lickety split better than lickety cut, don't you?" says the Little Lady. "They seem to go so much faster."
Ever so much faster, says the Story Teller.
HOW MR. RABBIT LOST HIS
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MR. RABBIT TELLS SOME INTERESTING FAMILY HISTORY
THE Little Lady waited until the Story Teller had lit his pipe and sat looking into the great open fire, where there was a hickory log so big that it had taken the Story Teller and the Little Lady's mother with two pairs of ice tongs to drag it to the hearth and get it into place. Pretty soon the Little Lady had crept in between the Story Teller's knees. Then in another minute she was on one of his knees, helping him rock. Then she said:—