“Why, of course not,” replied Buster John.
“La! we all done hear folks brag, till we got hardened ter braggin’!” exclaimed Drusilla.
So the children, aided by Mrs. Meadows, coaxed Mr. Rabbit until he finally consented to tell some of his queer adventures.
VIII.
BROTHER TERRAPIN’S FIDDLE-STRING.
Mr. Rabbit moved his body uneasily about, and scratched his head, and crossed and uncrossed his legs several times before he began.
“I declare it isn’t right!” he exclaimed after a while. “I don’t mind telling about other folks, but when it comes to talking about myself, it is a different thing.”
“Don’t you remember the time you tried to get Brother Terrapin to give you a fiddle-string?” asked Mrs. Meadows, laughing a little.