They snuggled closer, and their soft eyes looked frightened, but they did not try to run away.
He lifted one of the baby rabbits and placed it in Sunny’s hands.
“Where’s their mamma?” demanded Sunny Boy.
“The mower scared her off,” said Mr. Hatch. “Pick one up—you won’t hurt it—see, like this.”
He lifted one of the baby rabbits and placed it in Sunny’s hands. It wriggled uneasily, and he let it fall back into the nest. Mr. Hatch and Grandpa laughed.
“We’ll leave them right here,” declared Mr. Hatch kindly. “I’ll mow around the nest, but not very near, and I guess the mother rabbit will come back to-night. Funny creatures, aren’t they? Every year they have a nest in a grass field, and every year I come within an ace of cutting off their noses.”
Sunny Boy and Bruce wandered back to the house alone. Grandpa was busy overhauling more machinery with Mr. Sites, and Jimmie was still busy with cabbages. Sunny was used to so much attention that he felt rather put out when Araminta, sweeping the front porch, told him that Mother and Grandma had taken Peter and the buggy and had driven to Cloverways.