“To think of the poor little pigs Brother Bear killed and ate!”
“Yes,” said Mr. Rabbit, “and the lambs!”
“Worse than that!” cried Mr. Thimblefinger. “Think of the little children he devoured! Think of it!”
“I’m glad he had his head cut off,” said Buster John heartily.
“Me too, honey,” assented Drusilla.
XII.
A SINGING-MATCH.
After telling how Brother Bear learned to comb his hair, Mr. Rabbit closed his eyes and seemed to be about to fall into a doze, as old people have been known to do. During the pause that followed, Sweetest Susan saw what appeared to be a bird of peculiar shape sailing around in the sky of Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country.