‘A rabbit must wabble his nose!’
“We’ve whispered it so you could hear it for miles;
We’ve shouted it ‘under the rose’;
But, whisper or shout, we can’t seem to find out
Why a rabbit must wabble his nose.”
Again that peculiar echo, the words of which seemed to play hide-and-seek right over Buddie’s head:
“Wabble—his—nose—
His—no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ose”—
She looked up—to see the open sky break into little patches, as the tree-tops ran together; and when she looked down—lo! the Yellow Dog and the Laziest Beaver, the meadow and the little river had again vanished, and she was back in the deep wood where she had met the Rabbit and the Guinea-Pig.
