"I will!" promised Sidney.

"Oh, is it possible I am to see my dear old friend, the Candy Rabbit,
again?" thought the Calico Clown, who, though stuffed into Sidney's
pocket, had heard all that was said. The toys could hear and
understand talk at all times, except when they were asleep. The broken
leg of the gay red and yellow chap did not hurt him very much just
now. "I shall certainly be glad to see the Candy Rabbit again," the
Clown thought. "And Sidney had better hurry and get him out of the
water, or he surely will melt, and that would be dreadful."

The fountain in the yard of the house where Herbert, Madeline and
Sidney lived was rather a high one. The little girl could just reach
up to the rim of the basin to set her Rabbit there, but, once he had
toppled over and was down inside, she could neither see nor reach him.

"You'll have to stand on something or you can't get him," Madeline
said to Sidney. "Shall I get you a box?"

"No, I'll stand on my tiptoes," he answered. And he did, thus making
himself tall enough to reach over into the water and fish out the
Candy Rabbit.

Out that sweet fellow came, dripping wet, but not much harmed.

"Oh, he didn't melt, did he?" asked Madeline. "I'm so glad!"

"He hasn't melted yet," answered Sidney, as he handed the Easter toy
to his sister. "But you'd better put him in the sun to dry, or he may