Instantly his eyes fell out.
“There! You’ve done it!” cried the Rabbit.
“I wish people wouldn’t pick me up by the tail,” sobbed the Guinea-Pig. He couldn’t weep, you see, because his eyes were out.
“Oh, you poor thing!” cried Buddie. And getting down on her hands and knees, she began hunting for the little creature’s eyes, which had rolled under the leaves.
CHAPTER V
THE GUINEA-PIG WHOSE EYES FELL OUT
“Really, I didn’t mean to pick you up by the tail,” said Buddie, turning over the leaves in search of the missing eyes.
“That’s what they all say,” sobbed the Guinea-Pig. “Can’t you find them? It never took so long before.”
“Here’s one! What a teeny little eye! And here’s the other! How do you put them back?” Buddie asked the Rabbit, who, mirror in hand, was again studying his nose.
“Ask the Guinea-Pig; they’re his eyes,” replied the Rabbit. “I have troubles of my own.”
Buddie took the Guinea-Pig in her lap.