Up the well-worn little path he hurried, clipperty clip, lipperty lip, to Cousin Cottontail’s little bungalow under the trailing green vines.
“Cousin Cottontail,” he shouted, “where are you?”
“We’re here,” came the answer, and out popped all the little cottontails, one after another—five in all, their pink noses twinkling like so many little stars.
“I’m giving a circus party to-morrow,” said Little Jack Rabbit. “Want to come?”
Gracious me! I don’t see why he thought it necessary to ask five little bunnies if they wanted to go to the circus!
“Of course we do,” they all shouted at once, which brought Mrs. Cottontail to the door to find out what all the noise was about.
“What time do you start?” she asked.
“At seven to-morrow morning. We all go in the Billy Goat Stage Coach,” explained Little Jack Rabbit. “Please be on time, for if we don’t get an early start we may not reach Turnip City in time to see the Grand Parade of all the Queer People.”
“We’ll be over bright and early,” promised Mrs. Cottontail. “Don’t you worry about us. Maybe some of your other friends will keep you waiting, but not your old auntie.”
Pretty soon she brought out an apronful of nice cookies, just hot out of the oven.