"I don't believe he knows me, then," she remarked.
"No! And probably he never will,"[p. 99] said Jimmy Rabbit. "But don't you worry about that! From what I hear of him, he's a good deal of a bore."
"Don't bother to bring back that picture!" she called to Jimmy Rabbit as he hopped away.
"I'm afraid Betsy Butterfly is growing vain," he murmured to himself. "To be sure, she has changed. But I shall always like this portrait of her, because I painted it myself."
Later, when he was in Farmer Green's garden, he wrapped the picture carefully in a rhubarb leaf and hid it beneath a pile of brush. And he didn't come back for it until after dark, just as the moon peeped above the rim of the hills.
At the duck pond Jimmy Rabbit found Freddie Firefly waiting for him, hopping up and down and flashing his light through the misty gloom.
[p. 100]"Did you get it?" Freddie demanded.
"It's safe in my pocket," Jimmy assured him.
"Let me have it!" said Freddie. "Dusty Moth is waiting for me at the fence-corner, near the orchard. And I want to give him a good look at Betsy Butterfly's picture before the moon gets too high, for he can't see well if there's too much light."
Jimmy Rabbit drew the picture carefully from his pocket. And Freddie Firefly took it and slung it across his back. He fairly staggered under the weight.