, and soon the two new
friends were jumping through the grass together. The Monkey was off his
stick, and so he could get along quite well, though not quite so fast as
Jack Hare. But the Rabbit took short jumps and did not get too far
ahead, waiting for the Monkey to catch up to him.

"Here we are at my cave," said Jack Hare at length, stopping in front of
a hole in the ground.

"Oh, so this is where you live, is it?" asked the Monkey. He had hopped
across the green meadow through the grass after his new friend.

"Yes, we'll go down in now, and meet Mrs. Hare and the children," went
on the Live Rabbit. "Mind your step, and don't fall. It's rather steep
until you get inside."

"And it's dark, too," said the Monkey, following the Rabbit down the
hole into the ground. "How in the world do you see?"

"Oh, I forgot you aren't like us animals, and can not see quite so well
in the dark," said the Live Rabbit. "Just a moment, I'll turn on the
lamps."

He stopped and gave three thumps with, his feet on the earthen sides of
the cave. Instantly a soft glow shone all around, and the Monkey could
see very well indeed.

"Do you have electric lights?" he asked in surprise.

"No. These are lightning bugs," was the Rabbit's answer. "I keep them
to make the place bright when strangers come. We Rabbits don't need
light ourselves, for we can see in the dark."

"Some of the toys can, also," said the Monkey. "But I am not very good
at that sort of thing yet. I like light. We had gas and electricity at
the toy store."

The Monkey followed the Live Rabbit on down through the winding burrow.
It twisted and turned, this way and that, now to the right and now to
the left. Here and there, clinging to the earthen sides, were lightning
bugs, which made the place so bright that the Monkey did not stumble
once.

"But why does it twist and turn so, like a corkscrew?" the Monkey asked
the Rabbit.

"We always build our burrow caves like this, to keep out dogs and other
enemies," was the reply. "My real home is still a little farther on.
We'll be there in a moment."

The Monkey followed on, and soon came to a place where, seated about a
table made from a piece of a flat stump, were several little Rabbit
children and a lady Rabbit.

"This is my family," said the Live Rabbit. "Mrs. Hare, allow me to
present Mr. Monkey on a Stick, who has come to pay us a visit."

"Pleased to meet you," said Mrs. Rabbit, bowing low.

"Hi, Daddy!" called