“At seven o’clock to-morrow morning. We must get an early start,” answered Mr. Rabbit.
“Now, whom shall we invite?” he enquired, turning to his small bunny son, who was hopping about, so happy to know he was going to the circus to see the animals and the clowns, and maybe a monkey and a bear and a Mexican dog without any hair.
“Whom shall we invite?” repeated Mr. Rabbit.
“All your friends and all my friends, and maybe some more,” answered the bunny boy with a hop, skip and jump out on the porch of the little white house in the Old Bramble Patch.
Just then the little canary bird in her gold cage began to twitter:
“The birds within the Shady Wood
And on the Meadow Green,
Are building nests of twigs and strings
And moss pressed in between.
But I’m content within my cage