one side so she might look at his eyes better. "This is worse than being
on a merry-go-round! I am feeling quite dizzy! I hope I am not going to
be seasick, as the Lamb on Wheels thought she was going to be when the
sailor bought her."

But the Candy Rabbit was not made ill. The lady stopped turning him
around and around and said to the girl clerk:

"This Rabbit seems to be just what I want for an Easter present. I'll
take him."

"Shall I send it or will you take it with you?" asked the clerk.

"Ill take it," the lady answered. "A Candy Rabbit is not very hard to
carry."

She handed him back to the clerk, but something happened. Whether the
clerk did not take a good hold of the Candy Rabbit, or whether the lady
let go of him too soon, I don't know. But, all of a sudden, the Candy
Rabbit slipped from the lady's hand and began falling. Straight toward
the floor he fell!

"Oh!" he thought, "if I fall to the hard floor I shall certainly be
smashed, and then I shall be of no use as an Easter present. All I'll be
good for will be to be eaten, like any other piece of candy! Oh, dear,
this is dreadful!"

Faster and faster, nearer and nearer to the floor fell the Candy Rabbit,
and, while the customer and the clerk looked, it seemed certain that he
must be broken all to bits.