bring your rabbits a little celery." And she turned to go.

[Illustration: John discovers Pauline feeding his rabbits.]

"Oh--I say--wait a minute!" he returned, as her foot touched the fence.
"So it's you that's been feeding them, is it? The fact is, I--forgot,
you know."

"I did feel sorry to see them hungry," confessed Pauline; "and I love
pets."

"Say, you may have a couple of 'em, if you want," he said generously.

"And I'll help you fix a pen," he added.

"Oh, thank you! I'd like them ever so much!" beamed Pauline. And there
was the beginning of a firm friendship between the small neighbors.

Pauline was to be satisfied with no such little makeshift as John gave
his own pets. Only the biggest sized dry-goods box would do for the
house itself, and the yard that he helped to fence off with wire netting
made him look disgustedly upon the tiny space allotted to the bunnies on
his side of the pickets.

When at last, Pauline's rabbits were in their new quarters. John gazed
at them thoughtfully.

"Say!" he suddenly burst out. "I'm going to have just such a place for
mine--big yard and all!"