"Where do you live?" she asked Sammie.
"In a burrow."
"What is a burrow?" she inquired.
"Why, it's a house," said Sammie.
"You are mistaken," said the bird, though she spoke politely. "A nest is the only house there is."
"Well, a burrow is our house," declared Sammie. "You'll see."
He was soon home, and, while the bird waited outside, he went in to ask his mother if she knew of a nest Mrs. Wren could hire.
"What a funny question!" said Mamma Littletail. "I will go out and see Mrs. Wren."
So she went out, and the bird asked about a nest. But, as the rabbits never had any use for them, the bunny knew nothing about such things.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed the bird. "Wherever shall I stay to-night? Oh, what trouble I am in."