"Dear me, I wonder what will happen next," said the Candy Rabbit, out loud, for he knew no one could hear him in there.
"Why, has anything happened to you?" asked a voice.
"I should say so!" exclaimed the Candy Rabbit. "But who are you, if I may ask?"
"Oh, I'm a match-safe Cat," was the answer, and then, his eyes having become used to the dark, the Candy Rabbit saw that he was sitting near a hollow porcelain Cat, used to hold burnt matches.
"Dear me, how strange!" murmured the Bunny.
"It is no stranger to see a Cat full of burnt matches than it is to see a Candy Rabbit with pink glass eyes," was the answer.
"I suppose not," agreed the Candy Bunny.
Then the Rabbit and the Cat became good friends and told each other stories there in the dark closet.
"My! you certainly have had some adventures," mewed the Cat, when she had heard about the Bunny's trip on the tail of a kite.
"Did nothing exciting ever happen to you?" the Rabbit wanted to know.