"Wouldn't it have been funny if the Rabbit had made the bowl tinkle all
by himself?" asked Dorothy, with a laugh.

"Yes. But he couldn't," said Madeline.

And, now I come to think of it, maybe the Candy Rabbit did topple over
by himself, to strike against the bowl and so cause Dorothy and Madeline
to turn around in time to stop the bad cat from getting the goldfish.
Mind you, I am not saying for sure that this happened. The cat's tail
certainly brushed against the Candy Rabbit, but the sweet chap may have
tinkled against the glass globe himself. He surely wanted to save the
fish from being eaten.

During the rest of Easter Sunday the children played quietly with their
toys. Mirabell and Arnold, the other little boy and girl, came over to
Madeline's house with their gifts and every one had a happy time.

The Candy Rabbit was looked at over and over again, but, though he liked
this and was glad and happy he had come to live with Madeline, yet he
could not help worrying about what the cat had said.

"I wonder if a cat can do anything to me," thought the sweet chap, over
and over again. "I must be on the watch. He may try to sneak in again."

But, as the days passed and nothing happened, the Candy Rabbit did not
worry so much, nor think so much about it. He saw nothing more of the
cat.

Madeline took very good care of her Candy Rabbit. She got a piece of
pink ribbon and tied it around her Easter toy's neck, making him look