Raggylug 



numberless leafy brown bumps under the broad 

 cabbage-leaves were furry living things, with 

 noses that never ceased to move up and down 

 whatever else was still. 



It was Molly and Rag. They were stretched 

 under the skunk-cabbage, not because they liked 

 its rank smell, but because the winged ticks 

 could not stand it at all and so left them in 

 peace. 



Rabbits have no set time for lessons, they 

 are always learning ; but what the lesson is de- 

 pends on the present stress, and that must 

 arrive before it is known. They went to this 

 place for a quiet rest, but had not been long 

 there when suddenly a warning note from the 

 ever-watchful bluejay caused Molly's nose and 

 ears to go up and her tail to tighten to her 

 back. Away across the Swamp was Olifant's 

 big black and white dog, coming straight 

 toward them. 



" Now," said Molly, "squat while I go and 

 keep that fool out of mischief." Away she 

 went to meet him and she fearlessly dashed 

 across the dog's path. 



" Bow-ow-ow," he fairly yelled as he bound- 

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