Two wild shrieks of delight were followed by a dash to Weejums’ box, where the strange-eared visitors lay, cuddled in amongst the kittens.
“I want the one that’s mostly maltese,” said Eunice.
“No, I want the one that’s mostly maltese,” said Kenneth.
“You never thought of it till I spoke.”
“Did so. Pig!”
Eunice promptly seized him by the hair, and Mrs. Wood went to the rescue, saying, “Sister, for shame! Kenny! you mustn’t kick Eunice,—and now that you’re in trousers too!”
“I can kick ever so much better,” Kenneth said.
“I put them on last night and kicked him,” Eunice explained. “I know you can.”
“Well, you are both very naughty, and I don’t think any rabbits will be given away to-day. I’ll go explain to Franklin,” and Mrs. Wood started to leave the room.
But both children rushed after her, calling: “Oh, Mother, I’ll take the other Bun! I will, Mother!”