"Only
for the soft grass I would have broken all to pieces! I wish I dared
call out and tell Patrick I am here. But I dare not. I must keep still
and say nothing."
"Well, I must hurry along and give this grass to the pony," said the
gardener, after he had seen Calico catch his tail. "The pony must be
hungry."
Over across Madeline's yard, to the yard where the pony lived in a
little stable, went Patrick with the wheelbarrow full of grass and the
Candy Rabbit. Only, of course, Patrick did not know he had the sugary
fellow.
"Well, how are you, little pony?" cried the jolly Patrick, when he
reached the stable. The pony gave a soft little whinny in answer.
"I have some nice grass for you," went on Patrick. "Nice, sweet, green
grass that I, myself, cut off the lawn. You shall eat it all up."
Once again the little horse talked in the only way he could make Patrick
understand, which was by whinnying. He meant that he would be glad to
eat the grass.
"But I hope he doesn't eat me!" thought the Candy Rabbit. "It is lucky I
can speak and understand animal talk. When I get in the pony's stall
I'll call out and ask him not to chew me up with the grass."
But the Candy Rabbit did not have to do this. For when Patrick began to
take from the wheelbarrow the grass he had gathered for the pony, the
gardener saw something gleaming in the sunshine amid the green stems.
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