"Where do you live?" asked the Monkey.

"In a burrow, or underground house, called a cave," answered the Rabbit.
"Perhaps you may not like it, but we Bunnies think it rather nice. Will
you come to my cave, and visit the other Rabbits?"

"I should love to," said the Monkey. "But you see I belong to a little
boy named Herbert. He got me for a birthday present, and he and Dick
tied me on the dog's back. I fell off and the two boys may come back
here to look for me. If I should go to your cave they might come here,
and, not finding me, might think I had left them forever. I like
Herbert, and as his friends have some of the other toys with whom I used
to live in the store, I want to stay with him."

"That is easily managed," said the Grasshopper. "You go and visit Jack
Hare's cave, Mr. Monkey. Miss Cricket and I will stay here, and if we
see the boys and the dog coming back, looking for you, we'll hop over
and tell you."

So it was planned that the Monkey should visit the Rabbit's cave, and
if by any chance, Herbert and Dick came back, the Grasshopper and
Cricket would bring word to the Monkey, who could quickly hop back.

"Come along, Mr. Monkey," called the Rabbit, and soon the two new
friends were jumping through the grass together. The Monkey was off his
stick, and so he could get along quite well, though not quite so fast as
Jack Hare. But the Rabbit took short jumps and did not get too far
ahead, waiting for the Monkey to catch up to him.