is no name for it,' said the Water.

"'How can the Ice cover you?'

"The Water went running down the river, and after it had gone the Ice
said to Mr. Rabbit, 'You see you had to come back to me at last.'

"'Yes,' replied Mr. Rabbit, 'and now I am going away. You are too much
for me.' Then Mr. Rabbit loped off, rubbing his bruises."

"Was it really you, Mr. Rabbit?" asked Sweetest Susan.

Mr. Rabbit rubbed his mustache with the end of his pipe-stem. "Well,
I'll tell you the truth. I was mighty foolish in my young days. But
now all I want to do is to eat breakfast, and then wait until dinner
is ready, and then sit and wait until supper is put on the table."

Mrs. Meadows winked at the children and then turned to Mr. Rabbit.

"Now," said she, "I've told the story you ought to have told, for you
know more about it than anybody else. It's as little as you can do to
sing the old song that you sung when you used to go frolicking."

"Why, it's about myself!" exclaimed Mr. Rabbit. "At my time of life it
would never do."

"Please make him sing it," said Sweetest Susan, who was much given to
getting her own way by the pretty little art of coaxing.

"Oh, he'll sing it," replied Mrs. Meadows confidently. "He can't
refuse."

Mr. Rabbit shook his head, and then seemed to fall into a brown study,
but suddenly, seeing that they were all waiting for the song, he
cleared up his throat, and after several false starts sang this
song:--

OH, THIS IS MR. RABBIT!

Oh, this is Mr. Rabbit, that runs on the grass,
So rise up, ladies, and let him pass;
He courted Miss Meadows, when her ma was away,
He crossed his legs, and said his say.
He crossed his legs, and he winked his eye,
And then he told Miss Meadows good-by.
So it's good-by, ducky,
And it's good-by, dear!
I'll never come to see you
Until next year!
For this is Mr. Rabbit, that runs on the grass,
So rise up, ladies, and let him pass.

And he cried from the gate, so bold and free:
"I know you are glad to get rid of me."
And then Miss Meadows shook her head--
"If you stay too long you'll find me dead.
And it's good-by, ducky,
And it's good-by, dear!
You'll find me dead
When you come next year!"
For this is Mr. Rabbit, that runs on the grass,
So rise up, ladies, and let him pass.

Mr. Owl called out fr