294 Trails to Woods and Waters 



pull me out, and we would both have a good 

 laugh at my expense. 



" Here is the rabbit's main street through 

 his village," said Ben, winding about through 

 the laurel. " Here on each side are the ave- 

 nues and the other side streets and leading off 

 from them are the paths leading up to Mr. 

 Rabbit's front door. Perhaps Mr. Rabbit's 

 house is a nest under three feet of snow be- 

 neath a bunch of laurel roots, or maybe it is 

 an old burrow ; in either case he keeps as mum 

 about it as he can. He doesn't keep his card 

 tacked up to tell the other wild creatures 

 where he lives." 



" Why not? " I asked. " I should think 

 he would want his friends to know where he 

 lived." 



" So he would if he had any, other than 

 rabbit friends," replied Ben, " but his ac- 

 quaintances outside the rabbit family are 

 mostly enemies. If it is near a stream the 

 mink will come and try to find what number 

 Mr. Rabbit's house is. 



" The weasel will also trv to catch him 



