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It was a long weary time, for the Boy was too ill to play, and the

little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long.

But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time

when the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the

garden amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid

games in the raspberry thicket like they used to. All sorts of

delightful things he planned, and while the Boy lay half asleep he

crept up close to the pillow and whispered them in his ear. And

presently the fever turned, and the Boy got better. He was able to

sit up in bed and look at picture-books, while the little Rabbit

cuddled close at his side. And one day, they let him get up and

dress.

It was a bright, sunny morning, and the windows stood wide open.

They had carried the Boy out on to the balcony, wrapped in a

shawl, and the little Rabbit lay tangled up among the bedclothes,

thinking.

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