Here is a pipe for Grandfather Bun.”
Sure enough, there was a brand new pipe in a red velvet case. He looked down deeper in the trunk and found something else.
“Ha, ha!” he cried. “Presents for everyone!
Here are spectacles for Grandmother Bun.”
He put his presents in a little bag and went off hippety-hop, singing:
“I hope I shall get there by break of day;
I’m running away! I’m running away!”
Sometimes he stopped to rest and cried:
“My fur and whiskers! It’s cold as ice!
I forgot my mittens, so warm and nice.”