“It only seems so to you,” Buddie replied. “You shouldn’t live in such a ’diculous wood, you know.”
“You’ve put his eyes in upside down, stupid!” said the Rabbit. “You ought to be more careful.”
“Dear! dear!” exclaimed Buddie, in dismay. “What’s to be done now?”
“Pick him up by the tail again,” was the brief advice.
“Oh! oh!” bawled the Guinea-Pig. “Must I go through all that again?”
“Don’t take on so,” soothed Buddie. “It’s for your own good. And we shan’t lose the eyes this time. We really shan’t.”
As gently as possible she lifted the Guinea-Pig by the tail, and when his eyes fell out she caught them in her hand.
“Be sure to put the right eye on the right side and the left eye on the left side,” said the Rabbit, “Otherwise he’ll be cross-eyed.”
“I wonder which is which,” said the puzzled Buddie. “They ought to be marked.”
“You know the old rule for telling the left one. It’s the one you pick up second.”