All day Mrs. Bunnikins-Bunny cut and sewed, and before bedtime she had made her husband a lovely pink mosquito-netting nightgown.
It covered him from the tips of his ears to the very ends of his toe-toes, and when he was in his hammock Mrs. Bunnikins tied it up like a bag below his paws, so that not a single mosquito ever again had even a taste of him.
The Making of the Camp
IV
They traveled on for several days up into the mountains, and finally they came to a lovely glade surrounded by shady trees, with a pretty little brook close by.
“This is just the place to camp out for the rest of the summer,” said Mr. Bunnikins-Bunny.