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Spring Time

Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, for wherever

the Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the

wheelbarrow, and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built

for him under the raspberry canes behind the flower border. And

once, when the Boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea, the

Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk, and Nana

had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy

couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with

the dew and quite earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy

had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled as she

rubbed him off with a corner of her apron.

"You must have your old Bunny!" she said. "Fancy all that fuss for a

toy!"

The Boy sat up in bed and stretched out his hands.

"Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy.

He's REAL!"

When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew that

what the Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic

had happened to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real.

The Boy himself had said it.

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