"I am it," answered the Glass Doll. "I am made hollow, and inside I am
filled with perfume. There is a hole in the top of my head and up
through my pointed cap, and whenever the lady stands me on my head and
jiggles me up and down some perfume spills out on her handkerchief."

"Stands you on your head!" cried the Candy Rabbit. "I shouldn't think
you would like that!"

"Oh, well, I'm used to it by this time," said the Glass Doll. "But tell
me, who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"I am a Candy Rabbit, and I guess I am going to be an Easter present,"
was the answer. And, surely enough, he was.

Later that night Madeline's mother opened the closet door. The Candy
Rabbit saw her take down the Glass Doll, tip her upside down and
sprinkle a little perfume on her fingers, which she rubbed on her hair.

"And now we shall hide the Easter baskets, so Madeline and Herbert may
hunt for them and find them to-morrow morning," said the lady. "I must
hide this Rabbit extra well, so Madeline will have a lot of fun
searching for him."

"Put him behind the piano," said a man. He was the children's father.

"I will," said Mother, and that is where the Candy Rabbit was hidden.
Near him was placed a little basket filled with Easter eggs. Some of
them were made of candy, and others were like those in the store--filled
with pretty scenes.