20 BOBBY LYNX OF BOUND-TOP 
The sun was shining right into the play¬ 
room in the roots of the spruce, now, so 
Mother Rabbit took them for their first 
trip up there. Oh,—how big the world 
looked as they peered out from among 
the spruce tree roots and how smelly the 
wind was and oh!—how much, how very 
much they would have to learn before they 
could go with Mother Rabbit frisking 
about on the hillside! The wind was 
bringing a new smell, now, to their 
wriggly, little noses,—a smell that they 
did not quite like,—a smell of Mrs. Lynx 
eating up Jimmy Weasel, and, as Mother 
Rabbit told them never, never to forget 
that smell, their little noses wriggled very 
nervously and they crept very hurriedly 
down into their safe little burrow. They 
had had enough of the big world for that 
day! 
Mrs. Lynx felt very much better, now. 
The hunger-ache in her stomach was 
