“I don’t know,” answered the poor, anxious little rabbit. “Give me time to think it over, won’t you?”
“If you take much longer,” answered Danny Fox with a cruel laugh, “I’ll light a fire. That’ll make you think mighty quick, my pretty one.”
“I’m afraid I’ll slip,” said the little rabbit, trying to gain time.
“I’ll help you down,” answered Danny Fox, politely.
“You’ll burn your feet in the hot ashes,” said Little Jack Rabbit.
“I’ll sweep ’em out,” answered Danny Fox, picking up the hearth shovel and broom.
“The bricks are still hot,” went on the little rabbit.
“No, they aren’t,” answered the old fox, stepping inside the fireplace, “they’re only warm; they don’t burn my toes a bit.”
“Well, then,” sighed poor Little Jack Rabbit, “I may as well come down.”