First he felt for the hair and everyone expected him to pull it out of his head but he searched awhile and couldn’t find it.
“Perhaps it’s in my hat,” he said at last and reached in one hand to see. He drew the hand out and with it, a white rabbit. “One hare is as good as another,” he chuckled and then made a low bow.
“That’s right,” said Mary in a hushed voice. “They do call a rabbit a hare.” But Muffs said, not in a hushed voice at all but in a very loud one, “It’s Bunny Bright Eyes!”
The bunny twitched his nose just the way he used to do and seemed to say, “Yes, little mistress, it’s Bunny Bright Eyes and how glad I am to see you again!”
“Will this little girl step up to the stage just a moment?” the magician was asking.
“Who? Me?” cried Muffs. She looked at Mary. Surely he must mean Mary.
“Yes, you. Madeline Moffet. You’re the girl I want to hold this rabbit while I make him a cage.”
Muffs walked uncertainly up the steps and onto the stage. She felt afraid at first but all that feeling left her when she had Bunny Bright Eyes in her arms again.
