CHAPTER VIII.
WALK ON THE HILLSIDE—TAME AND WILD RABBITS—RETURN HOME.
SOON after dinner grandmamma went with the children to the pretty green field which sloped down to the white rocks.
‘What is that little white thing,’ asked Beatrice, ‘up there, grandmamma? Look, please—it moves, it runs, it is alive!’
‘And there, too, and there!’ cried Alice; ‘how many little animals! What can they be?’
Grandmamma looked too, and said, ‘They are rabbits, little white rabbits.’
‘Rabbits!’ said Alice; ‘I thought that rabbits were brown.’
‘Yes, so they are, my dear, that is the wild rabbits are brown; but tame rabbits are of different colours, some white, some black, or grey, or spotted. I do not know how these tame rabbits came here.’