"You don't need to tell us that!" laughed Sam. "We can see for ourselves. You sure have been under the cotton."
"What happened to you, Bunny?" his sister asked, happy, now that nothing had occurred to harm her brother.
"I saw a big basket of loose cotton," he explained, "and I wanted to see how heavy it was and to find out if I could lift it. I pushed on it, and it fell over on top of me. Then I yelled."
"We heard you," said Grace.
"And I thought you were being pressed in a bale," added Sue.
"I'm glad I wasn't," remarked Bunny, as he noticed how very hard the press squeezed the loose cotton.
The colored workers picked up the fluffy stuff Bunny had spilled from the big basket, which he had pulled over on him. He had been hidden from sight in the white mass that had toppled out on the floor.
"It was just like the time when I was under the snowdrift, only it wasn't so cold," Bunny said, telling about his accident afterward. "And it was awfully ticklish!"
"Better that than a cotton press," his mother said. "You must be careful around the gin, children."
"It's all right to go to the peanut fields though, isn't it, Mother?" asked Sue. She had been eager, ever since hearing that peanuts grew in Georgia, to see how they clung to the ends of the vines, like little potatoes.