"Look what I got!"
"What?"
He took the Candy Rabbit from his pocket and held him up.
"That's a dandy!" exclaimed Pete.
"Where'd you get him?" asked Sam.
"Oh, I borrowed him at a party," Tom answered.
"Let's see it closer," begged Sam, and Tom handed over the Candy Rabbit.
"Why, he's good to eat!" cried Sam, when he had the Rabbit in his hands.
"He's made of sugar, and he's good to eat!"
Tom looked at Sam and then at Pete. Then all three of the boys looked at
each other.
"I--I'm sort of hungry for candy," said Pete, in a low voice.
"So'm I," admitted Sam.
"And I guess I am, too," declared Tom. "I didn't know this Rabbit was
good to eat. But, as long as he is, we'll divide him up and have a
regular party. Come on over on my porch, fellows, and we'll eat the
Candy Rabbit!"
Now, when the sweet chap heard this he was very much frightened. Of all
his adventures this seemed the very worst!
Over to Tom's porch went the three boys, and they sat down.
"We'll divide this Candy Rabbit into three pieces," said Tom. He was
just going to break off one of the ears when some one came out of the
house and up behind the boys as they sat on the steps.
"What have you there, Tom?" asked a voice suddenly.
The three chums turned around. It was Tom's mother who had spoken.
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