"Sugar, clear as your eye. And guess you what the door is made of?"
"No."
"Marzipan. Ah! that is a good house to live in," said Vogel. And I mentally concurred.
"She keeps white mice, and rabbits with green eyes."
"Green eyes?"
"Yes; and she gave little Carl a rabbit for himself last time I took him to see her. There." He handed the whistle, which was finished, up to me over his shoulder, and I blew on it and found it good.
"Would you like to have a rabbit like that?" asked Vogel, filling his pipe and lighting it.
"I would."
"Well, you can have one. I will get one for you to-morrow, or to-day, if you like to come with me to see the old woman who makes the whistles. Will you come?"
"What time?" said I, hesitating.