But she did not know him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A LOSS AND SOME GAINS
BUNNY Grey had not been well since the time when the water came into the cellar, and she afterwards developed a strange kind of bunny “grip,” which made her most melancholy.
Franklin was too much absorbed in the sale of his chickens to pay her much attention, and one morning was startled to find Kenneth tying a black stocking on the cellar door.
“I told you she was worse,” Kenneth sniffed, and took Franklin down to see her still form laid out in a grape-basket, with her hind legs tied up with pink ribbon, and her head pillowed in parsley.
“Yes, but I thought she was getting better,” Franklin said. “She was gaining flesh. Just see how round her stomach is!”
“Yes, but I did that,” Kenneth explained. “She was quite thin before I began.”