“You were right, Muffs. It wasn’t real,” said Tommy in an awed whisper.
“No,” agreed Mary. “It wasn’t. A real house couldn’t disappear any more than a real rabbit could. But we’re real again and I think it’s time we went home. Let’s take the short cut.”
But, in the meantime, Muffs had looked inside the Guide’s tall hat. She looked to see what made it so heavy and two bright pink eyes looked back at her. Two long ears went back and a soft nose twitched as much as to say, “You didn’t know I was here, did you?”
“No, I didn’t,” said little Miss Muffet, just as if the rabbit had really spoken.
“Didn’t what?” asked Tommy.
“Didn’t know there was a rabbit in the Indian Guide’s tall hat.”
Mary looked and her dark eyes grew round as saucers.
“Goodness Sakes Alive!” she exclaimed. “It’s the same rabbit that disappeared in the Bramble Bush Man’s house!”
Tommy gave a whistle of surprise. “So it is! Gee willikins, Muffs! How did it get there?”