Is too simple by far to propose;
But no one can tell—we must ask of The Well—
Why a rabbit should wabble his nose.
“WE’VE WHISPERED IT SO YOU COULD HEAR IT FOR MILES;
We’ve shouted it ‘under the rose’;
And Echo replies, with tears in her eyes,
‘Oh-why-does-he-wabble-his-nose?—
Wabble-his-no-o-o-o-ose—
His-no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ose—’”
“I’ll look up just the least little bit,” said Buddie to herself, when the echoes again came flying around her head. But no sooner did she raise her eyes than, as before, the sky broke into little patches and the tree-tops ran together. She looked back quickly—but it was too late! Just a glimpse of the Laziest Beaver’s tail as the scene shifted, and she found herself, as she had expressed it, “somewhere else.”