CHAPTER 20
THE ADVENTURE OF THE LINE OF POETRY
ON the next morning, which was Sunday, Jack hurried through his dressing and washing at a great pace and instantly disappeared. The others were just beginning breakfast when he came rushing up in a state of wild excitement, calling, "Kink! Kink!"
"What is it?" said that leisurely man.
"It's a rabbit!" cried Jack. "I've caught it, and I don't know how to kill it."
"Oh, Jack," said Mary, running up, "don't kill it! Why should it be killed?"
"For supper, of course," said Jack. "Come on, Kink! Quick, or it will get away!"
They all left their breakfast and followed Jack, and when they came up to him he was kneeling over a kicking object.
"Oh, Kink," he said, "do hold it and kill it! How do you do it? The gipsy boy didn't show me properly."