28 The Little Stowaway.

 

came back, and finding me alone
just going for a drive, he said
softly—

“Little puss all alive now, run
away in de voods. Petite made-
moiselle, come see ?”

What did he mean? The
rabbit could not be “ quite dead”
at one time, and “all alive” after-
wards. But grandmamma_ was
coming downstairs, and I had no
time to answer him. By and by,
when I was lying back on the soft
cushions stroking grandmamma’s
pretty white fur, I told her all my
puzzle.

“Ah, my pet,” she said, “ poor