"Those are the places I thought were Fairyland," said the Candy Rabbit
to himself, as he looked at the basket of eggs. "I wish some Chicken or
Duck were here for me to talk to. Eggs can't say very much."

And of course that was true. Not until an egg turns into a chicken can
it move about and say things by cackling--or crowing, if it's a rooster
instead of a hen.

"I suppose I might hop around the room and find some one to talk to,"
thought the Candy Rabbit to himself, when he noticed that he was left
alone behind the piano with the basket of eggs. "But perhaps it would be
better to wait, since I am a stranger here."

So the Candy Rabbit kept very still and quiet all night, and in the
morning it was Easter Sunday.

Herbert and Madeline were up early, for it was one of the joys of their
lives to hunt for Easter eggs. Eagerly they ran about the rooms, looking
under chairs, on mantels, behind the phonograph and beneath the sofa.

"Oh, I've found one basket!" cried Herbert, as he saw a large one,
filled with green curled wood and eggs, under the library table.

"And I've found another!" shouted Madeline, as, after rather a long
search, she looked behind the piano. "I've found a basket and--and--Oh,
Herbert! look what a lovely Candy Rabbit. Oh, I'm so glad!" and the
little girl picked up the Candy Rabbit and fairly hugged him. The Candy
Rabbit was very happy. He had now found some one to love him--some one
to whom he could belong, as the Sawdust Doll belonged to the little girl