“What is it?”
“A little black rabbit.”
“Strange,” said Kenneth; “put him down. He must be half tame, I should think.”
Archie put it down, and the two boys knelt beside it among the heather. It was a half-grown one, so mild, so gentle-looking. Butter, you would have said, wouldn’t melt in that wee rabbit’s mouth. And it crouched down low and held its ears flat against its back, and never moved an eye or winked, but allowed the lads to smooth it with their fore-fingers.
But all at once, pop! it was off like an eel.
“Oh?” said Archie, with such a disappointed look, “and I meant to take it hame wi’ me.”
Kenneth laughed, and off the two scampered, as wild as any rabbits.
“Shot is here,” said Archie.
“Where?”
“Down with Kooran.”