"3 Three.
The Brindled Rabbit
"He at once tore up to the third story of the house. There he counted three shelves, and from the third shelf he took the third little bottle and ran downstairs again.
His Little Paw shoved a Folded Slip of Paper through the Opening
"'What must he do with it?' asked the youth, of the Rabbit; but the box remained shut; there was no answer.
"'I must drink it,' replied the Head.