he whispered.
At once the little rabbit followed the pretty robin’s directions and in less time than I can take to tell it, the safe door flew open and out rolled a million carrot cents, each one counting out loud as it touched the floor! “One, Two, Three,” and so on, right up to a million! Wasn’t that wonderful? Well, I just guess it was. I never had a Flying Eagle Cent that could count more than one!
“Get a bag,” whispered Uncle John Hare, and filling it with carrot cents that good lady duck housekeeper opened the kitchen door, and handed it to an ugly little dwarf.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, touching his red peaked hat with a crooked forefinger. Then slinging the bag over his shoulder, he trudged around the house and through the little gateway in the white picket fence to the Fairy Forest that lay some two thousand hops to the North of Turnip City.
“Has he gone?” asked Uncle John Hare, dusting off his knees and pulling down his pink waistcoat. “Are you sure he’s gone?”
“Yes, yes,” answered Mrs. Daisy Duck, with a happy quack. “He’s gone, thank goodness! I hope he’ll not come back for many a year.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” he said.
“Never can tell,” mused the old gentleman rabbit. “The Ragged Rabbit Giant will return more than a million carrot cents in less time than that.”
“Trust the fairies,” cautioned Bobbie Redvest. “They have asked the giant to lend them money,” and away fluttered the little bird to the old apple tree.