The Weasel and the Rabbit.
Freda and Max were having a holiday in a lovely country town. Every day they went for a walk, sometimes climbing hills, and at other times going down by the river.
One morning Uncle Jim said,—
"Let us all go down to Hope's Farm and see the farmer, and I may just fish a little in the river before coming home."
"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Freda and Max together. "I should love to see you catch a fish."
So off they went. There were Freda and Max, Uncle Jim, and father and mother—quite a jolly party.
It was a lovely morning, and the banks at the sides of the road were clad with all kinds of flowers. Freda and Max gathered big bunches, and Don, the sheep-dog, kept poking his nose into every rabbit hole he came to. Sometimes he got so far down the hole that only his hind legs were sticking out.
Don was very anxious to catch a rabbit, and sometimes he sat outside poor bunny's house for quite a long time, with his ears pricked up and his head on one side, listening. He did catch a rabbit once, but I will tell you about that some other time.