She quickly stooped down, grasped the Candy Rabbit by his ears, and
lifted him, dripping wet, out of the bathtub of water.
"Oh, he's soaked through, poor thing!" murmured Dorothy.
"Do you s'pose he's spoiled?" asked Mirabell.
"I--I hope not," said Madeline with a catch in her voice, as if she were
going to cry. "I guess I got him out in time."
"I think so, too."
Madeline's mother, hearing the screams of the little girls in the
bathroom, ran to see what the matter was.
"Has anything happened, children?" she asked.
"My Candy Rabbit got caught on the towel and I pulled him into the
bathtub of water," Madeline explained. "Will he come all to pieces,
Mother?"
Mother looked at the Candy Rabbit carefully. He did not seem to be
harmed much. Inside of him his heart was beating very fast, because of
his adventure, but no one knew that.
"I think he is not much damaged, Madeline," said her mother, with a
smile. "He is made of very hard sugar--is your Candy Rabbit. It would
take more of a soaking than he got to melt him. What were you doing with
him in the bathroom?"
"I was going to wash him, Mother, 'cause maybe he got soiled in the
peddler's basket."
"Well, he has had his bath all right," said Mother, with a laugh. "And I
think he is pretty clean.
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