“I think you are, Peterkins.”
“Then I’m off to clean up,” said the small boy.
“I say, Andrew,” cried his sister; “before you go take that door away from Jack’s hutch. He’ll be so furious at your keeping the light and air away from his rabbits.”
“Not I. I can’t be bothered,” said Peterkins.
“Please take it away at once,” said Maggie.
Andrew’s brow puckered into a frown.
“But you’ll see ’em, and he’s got five!” he said in a most distressed voice. 13
“Honor bright,” said Maggie, “I’ll turn my back and shut my eyes. Jackdaw shall show me his rabbits himself.”
Peterkins immediately removed the door, dragging it to its former place, where it leaned against a high wall. He then rushed up to Maggie.
“I’ve done it,” he said. “Promise you won’t like his bunnies.”