BETTER THAN A KITTEN.
The next day, Preston and his grandfather rode away after old Slowboy.
"They might have let me gone, too, I should fink," grumbled Flaxie. "What they goin' to get in that basket? Tell me, Ninny."
"Something nice that you never saw before," replied Ninny.
When they came home that night, they brought two things that made Miss Frizzle's eyes dance and sparkle like stars. Curled up together in a soft heap were two beautiful rabbits,—one brown, the other snow-white.
John Piper, a man who had once lived at Mr. Abbott's, had given these rabbits to Preston Gray and Bert Abbott, for their own. It was very kind of him; but he made one mistake—he forgot to say which of the boys should have the white rabbit. The brown one was "very respectable," as Ninny said; but the other was lovely—as plump and white as a snowball, with pink eyes that glowed like gems.
"Poh, who cares which is which?" said Bert.