AT THE PARTY
Patrick, the gardener, had set his wheelbarrow down to rest just as he
came under the bathroom window of Madeline's house. And Patrick had his
back turned, and was looking at Carlo, the little dog, chasing his tail
just when the Candy Rabbit fell into the grass. So Patrick did not see
what had happened.
"But I know what has happened," said the sweet chap to himself. "Only
for the soft grass I would have broken all to pieces! I wish I dared
call out and tell Patrick I am here. But I dare not. I must keep still
and say nothing."
"Well, I must hurry along and give this grass to the pony," said the
gardener, after he had seen Calico catch his tail. "The pony must be
hungry."
Over across Madeline's yard, to the yard where the pony lived in a
little stable, went Patrick with the wheelbarrow full of grass and the
Candy Rabbit. Only, of course, Patrick did not know he had the sugary
fellow.
"Well, how are you, little pony?" cried the jolly Patrick, when he
reached the stable. The pony gave a soft little whinny in answer.
"I have some nice grass for you," went on Patrick. "Nice, sweet, green
grass that I, myself, cut off the lawn. You shall eat it all up."
Once again the little horse talked in the only way he could make Patrick
understand, which was by whinnying. He meant that he would be glad to
eat the grass.
"But I hope he doesn't eat me!" thought the Candy Rabbit. "It is lucky I
can speak and understand animal talk. When I get in the pony's stall
I'll call out and ask him not to chew me up with the grass."
But the Candy Rabbit did not have to do this. For when Patrick began to
take from the wheelbarrow the grass he had gathered for the pony, the
gardener saw something gleaming in the sunshine amid the green stems.
"Hello! what's this?" cried Patrick, leaning over to take a better look.
"What's this in my grass? Can it be a glass bottle? If it is it's a good
thing I didn't give it to the pony, or he might have cut himself on it."
Patrick took the shining object from the midst of the grass. In an
instant he saw what it was.
"A Candy Rabbit! Madeline's Candy Rabbit!" cried the gardener. He knew
it very well, just as he knew the Sawdust Doll, the Lamb on Wheels, and
the Bold Tin Soldier. Madeline had often showed Patrick her Candy
Rabbit.
The pony was soon fed, and then, with the Candy Rabbit in his pocket and
slowly wheeling the empty barrow, Patrick made his way to Madeline's
house. He knocked at the back door, and the cook, with a dab of flour on
her nose, answered.
"What have you been doing to yourself, Cook?" asked the gardener, with a
laugh.
"Why? Is anything wrong?" she asked, rather surprised.
"Your nose is dabbed with flour," went on Patrick.
"Oh, that!" laughed the cook. "You see, Madeline is going to have a
party, and I'm so busy making cookies and cakes that it's a wonder flour
isn't all over my face as well as on my nose. But what have you there?"
she asked, seeing the Bunny in Patrick's hand.
"Madeline's Candy Rabbit," answered the gardener. "I don't know how it
got in my barrow of grass, but I brought him back. Is Madeline in?"
"Yes, I'll call her," said the cook.
And when the little girl came running out and saw her Bunny, she was
much surprised.
"Why! Why! How did you get him, Patrick?" she asked. "I left him up on
the bathroom window sill to dry, after he fell into the bathtub."
"Ah, that accounts for it then!" laughed the gardener. "The wind must
have blown him out of the window, and he fell into my barrow just as I
set it down to rest. Well, it's lucky I had grass in the barrow instead
of stones. If your rabbit had fallen on _them_ he might have broken off
his ears."
"That would have been dreadful!" exclaimed Madeline. "Oh, thank you, so
much, Patrick, for bringing my Bunny back to me."
"Well, keep him safe, now you have him," advised Patrick.
Then he went off whistling and trundling his empty wheelbarrow, and once
more the Candy Rabbit was back with Madeline, where he belonged, and
thankful to be there.
"You are nice and dry now," said the little girl, as she looked over her
Easter toy. "And you didn't get any more grass stains on you when you
fell out of the window. Your ear it still a little bent, but that only
makes you look more stylish.
"Now I am going to put a new pink ribbon on your neck, 'cause the one I
took off when I was going to wash you is all soiled. I'll put a new
ribbon on you and then you may come to the party to-morrow."
Madeline told her mother how the Rabbit had fallen out of the window.
Then the little girl got a pretty pink ribbon, and, after tying it on
his neck, she again showed her Easter present to Mirabell and Dorothy.
"He looks as good as new," said Mirabell.
"Yes," agreed Dorothy. "I guess falling into the bathtub and the
wheelbarrow of grass did him good."
"And we'll have lots of fun at the party," said Madeline. "Now I will
put my Rabbit away, and we'll get ready for a good time."
The Rabbit was set on a shelf in a dark closet.
"Well, goodness knows I am glad to be by myself for a while and keep
quiet," thought the sugary chap, as he sat down on the shelf in the
dark. "I have had enough of adventures for a day or two. I wonder if
there is any one here to whom I can talk. I wish the Sawdust Doll or the
Bold Tin Soldier or the Calico Clown were here. They would love to hear
me tell of what has happened."
Madeline and her girl friends spent the rest of that day and part of the
next one getting ready for the party, and at last the time came to have
it. Madeline was all dressed up, and she brought her Candy Rabbit out of
the closet and smoothed the ribbon on his neck.
"Tinkle! Tinkle! Tinkle!" rang the door bell.
"Oh, here come Dorothy and Dick to the party!" cried Madeline, running
to meet her friends.
She carried the Candy Rabbit with her. Dorothy had her Sawdust Doll, but
the White Rocking Horse was too large for Dick to bring over.
One after another more children came to the party, among them Mirabell
and Arnold. Mirabell did not bring her Lamb on Wheels for the same
reason that Dick left his Horse at home--the Lamb was a little too large
for a house party, though she would fit very well on the lawn.
But Arnold, who was Mirabell's brother, brought something to the party.
It was the Bold Tin Soldier--the Captain of the Tin Soldiers, of whom
Arnold had a whole box. And while the little girls who had come to
Madeline's party were smoothing out their dresses and looking at their
dolls and talking to one another, Arnold walked off with Dick to a
corner of the room.
"Look what I have!" whispered Arnold, showing the Bold Tin Soldier.
"Why did you bring him?" Dick wanted to know.
"So if we don't like the games the girls play we can go off in a room by
ourselves and have fun with my Soldier," was the answer. "But maybe
we'll have some fun, anyhow."
"Let me hold your Soldier for a while," begged Dick, and Arnold handed
over the Captain.
After a while the little boys went back to where the other children were
and all began to play games. Madeline set her Candy Rabbit on the table
near Dorothy's Sawdust Doll, and the two toys looked at each other.
All sorts of games were played. One was "hide the thimble," and when it
was Madeline's turn to hide it she put it right between the front legs
of her Candy Rabbit as he sat on the table. Not one of the boys or girls
thought of looking there for it, so they had to give up, and it was
Madeline's turn to hide it again.
This time she put the thimble on top of the head of Dorothy's Sawdust
Doll, who had on a new blue ribbon in honor of the party.
It was a gold thimble that the children were playing with, and the
Sawdust Doll, catching sight of her reflection in the glass over one of
the pictures in the room, noted this fact.
"That golden gleam against the blue of my ribbon is certainly very
pretty and becoming," she thought. "I hope Dorothy will notice it and
will get a gold ornament for my hair. I like to be a toy, but sometimes
it is a great nuisance not to be able to tell your little girl and boy
parents what you would like to have them do."
All this time the children were hunting for the thimble, and, though it
was in plain sight, it was not until some time afterward that Mirabell
saw it.
After the thimble game the children played "Blind Man's Buff," "Puss in
the Corner" and "Going to Jerusalem."
Pretty soon it was time to eat ice cream and cake. That is one of the
nicest times at a party, I think; and Dick, Arnold and Herbert, as well
as the other boys and girls, thought the same thing, I am sure. While
they were in another room, eating the good things, the Candy Rabbit and
the Sawdust Doll were left to themselves.
"I have been wanting to talk to you for the longest time!" said the
Sawdust Doll.
"And I have so many things to tell you," said the Candy Rabbit. "Such
remarkable adventures!"
He started to hop across the table, to get nearer to the Sawdust Doll,
but he did not see the thimble which the children had been playing with,
and which had been left on the table. The Candy Rabbit jumped on the
thimble, which rolled out from under his paws.
"Oh, look out! You're going to fall!" cried the Sawdust Doll.
And down fell the Candy Rabbit.
[Illustration: Candy Rabbit Has a Tumble.
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