"We'll see about that, my dear," murmured the old, brown chair, who more than once, when they were small, had rocked Nat and Weezie to sleep in their mother's arms.
The mother bunny put the little rabbit up on the chair's soft cushions. They were snug and warm, The teeny, weeny bunny cuddled down as if in a little nest.
"But I'm not going to sleep!" she said.
Slowly, to and fro, Racky commenced to sway. To and fro he rocked, gently, gently, gently. The mother bunny crooned a little song.
"I'm not—going—not going to—I'm not going—to—to—I'm not————going," murmured the baby bunny.
And then, all of a sudden, she fell asleep in the rocker.
"I'm so glad," sighed the tired mother bunny. Then she, too, cuddled up on Racky's cushions and went to sleep.
It was noon when the little bunny child awakened, no longer cross or tired after her slumber.
"The rain has stopped," said Mrs. Rabbit. "Come, Hopper, we shall go out and get a bit of cabbage to nibble." And away they scampered, after thanking Racky.
"Well, if the rain is over," murmured the chair, which he could see was the case, by looking out of the cave, "if the rain is over, I must travel on and find more adventures. I haven't had half enough!"