"Grandfather!" called Mary Jane, "Grandmother! Come quick! They's gone!"
"Think of that!" exclaimed Grandfather as he hurried up to see.
"Poor child! That's too bad!" cried Grandmother sympathetically as she peered into the empty box. "Like as not their mother came after them, though how she got them out I don't quite see."
"I do," laughed Grandfather, and he pointed to a hole in the back of the box. "I guess this wood wasn't as sound as I thought it was! Well, if she wanted them that much, I guess she deserves them! But who'd a thought she'd be so quick!"
"Where are my bunnies?" cried Mary Jane, "where did she take them?" And Grandmother noticed that she was bitterly disappointed.
"Never you mind, pet," said Grandmother, and she put her arm comfortingly around the little girl. "They're not far away, depend on that. But if you want something to feed and take care of, something all your own—I'll get it for you."
"Will you, Grandmother, really truly?"
"Really truly," nodded Grandmother, "and you shall keep it in this pretty little house!"
"Goody!" exclaimed Mary Jane, "and will it be pretty like my Easter rabbits?"
"Every bit as pretty," said Grandmother, "just come with me to see if it isn't!"