"So he took a box of squeaks from a shelf and put one into the rabbit
before he sewed it up. When it was all finished he pressed the toy
rabbit with his thumb, and it squeaked so naturally that I jumped off
the table, fearing at first the new rabbit was alive. Old Santa laughed
merrily at this, and I soon recovered from my fright and was pleased to
think the babies were to have such pretty playthings.
"'After this,' said Santa Claus, 'I can make rabbits without having you
for a pattern; but if you like you may stay a few days longer in my
castle and amuse yourself.'
"I thanked him and decided to stay. So for several days I watched him
making all kinds of toys, and I wondered to see how quickly he made
them, and how many new things he invented.
"'I almost wish I was a child,' I said to him one day, 'for then I too
could have playthings.'
"'Ah, you can run about all day, in summer and in winter, and enjoy
yourself in your own way,' said Santa; 'but the poor little children
are obliged to stay in the house in the winter and on rainy days in
the summer, and then they must have toys to amuse them and keep them
contented.'
"I knew this was true, so I only said, admiringly,
"'You must be the quickest and the best workman in all the world,
Santa.'
"'I suppose I am,' he answered; 'but then, you see, I have been making
toys for hundreds of years, and I make so many it is no wonder I am
skillful. And now, if you are ready to go home, I'll hitch up the
reindeer and take you back again.'
"'Oh, no,' said I, 'I prefer to run by myself, for I can easily find
the way and I want to see the country.'
"'If that is the case,' replied Santa, 'I must give you a magic collar
to wear, so that you will come to no harm.'
"So, after Mother Hubbard had given me a good meal of turnips and
sliced cabbage, Santa Claus put the magic collar around my neck and I
started for home. I took my time on the journey, for I knew nothing
could harm me, and I saw a good many strange sights before I got back
to this place again."
"But what became of the magic collar?" asked Dorothy, who had listened
with breathless interest to the rabbit's story.
"After I got home," replied the rabbit, "the collar disappeared from
around my neck, and I knew Santa had called it back to himself again.
He did not give it to me, you see; he merely let me take it on my
journey to protect me. The next Christmas, when I watched by the
road-side to see Santa, I was pleased to notice a great many of the toy
rabbits sticking out of the loaded sleigh. The babies must have liked
them, too, for every year since I have seen them amongst the toys.
"Santa never forgets me, and every time he passes he calls out, in his
jolly voice,
"'A merry Christmas to you, Bun Rabbit! The babies still love you
dearly.'"
The Rabbit paused, and Dorothy was just about to ask another question
when Bunny raised his head and seemed to hear something coming.
"What is it?" enquired the girl.
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