Considering the bad luck that seemed to hang over Preston's things,—from his living pets down to his kites and marbles,—it was very likely something would happen to the white rabbit; and Mrs. Gray told her husband she "trembled for Snowball."
Better than a Kitten. Page 68.
Very soon after this Preston rushed into the house one morning in great trouble, his lips quivering.
"Something ails Snowball," gasped he; "she's fainting away."
Fainting away! She was dying, and nobody could save her. All that could be done was to watch her graceful form stiffen in death, while everybody asked over and over, "What could have killed her?"
"She was poisoned," said Dr. Gray.
"O, O!" screamed Preston, beside himself with grief. "Then Bert did it! Bert must have done it; and I'll never forgive him as long as I live!"