"Who gave you your bunny?" I asked.

"Jesus!" said Sara, triumphantly nodding her head and opening her
eyes very wide. "Jesus makes all ve bunnies, and all ve vitty
dickey birds, and all ve vitty fowers, and all ve big fowers and
all ve ponge cakes, and Yaya."

"And what is Sara going to do with her bunny?" I asked.

"Vuv it," she said with ecstasy.

"Shall I leave her?" asked Nannie.

"What a foolish question, Nannie!" I said. "Could any one send
away a blue dressing-be-gowned Sara?"

"And shall I take the others, miss?"

"Do," I replied.

They went and left me in sole possession of Sara.

"Shall I tell Sara a story?" I said. She nodded her head.

"A storlie all about bunnies."

So I began, "Once upon a time there was a big bunny."

"A vitty bunny," said Sara.