"Yes," said the Dream. "And did you tell him about that too?"

"No," said Marjorie, "I didn't think about it then; but--say--where do
you suppose those rabbits are now? You don't think that they are shut up
in that little dark shed over there, do you? Wouldn't that be dreadful?
There, those people heard what I said, and they are wondering too. See
them look,--and I suppose that they will tell others about it. Isn't it
too bad? And he's such a nice appearing boy too. I'm sure he doesn't
mean to be cruel. I think that some one ought to speak to him. Poor
little things, shut up in the dark on a beautiful day like this! It
ought not to be allowed. I'm going to talk to him!" and Marjorie ran
across the road again.

The boy glanced up as she approached; but waited for her to speak.
Marjorie looked him straight in the eye. "Where are your rabbits?" she
asked, severely.

"In the shed," he replied, motioning with his head in the direction of
the building she had noticed.

"What!" she exclaimed. "A lot of lovely white rabbits shut up in that
little dark shed! Oh, how can you be so unkind?"

"They have been there only about two hours," said the boy, "and I shall
let them out as soon as I have nailed on these last few pickets. It will
be only a little while; and besides, the shed is not dark, there is a
big window on the other side, and they have cabbage and things to eat,
and a great armful of clover."

"But they are shut up!" cried Marjorie. "How would you like to be shut