“Well, you shall hear it,” said Mrs. Clare. “There once lived a very poor man, who had one child six years old, whose name was Julian. This little boy was the owner of but one thing in the wide world, and that was a rabbit.”
“Ah, mother,” exclaimed Susan, “it is a pretty little animal—the rabbit. I wish that I had one.”
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“My dear Susan,” replied her mother, “you have so many nice things to make you happy, that you can do very well without a rabbit. You have nice clothes, good food and drink, and a clean bed on which to lie down at night. You have a pretty doll, a couple of pigeons, and a whole closet full of books and playthings. Poor little Julian had nothing of all these.”
“What!” said Susan, “had he not even good clothes to keep him warm?”
“Some old rags hastily patched together, were all he had to cover himself.”
“And did he have no bed?”
“A little straw in the corner, upon the ground.”