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“I–I really don’t know what is the matter,” was the answer.

“You seem to be all right,” went on the other rabbit, as he slowly turned his head and bobbed up and down.

“Yes, I seem to be,” said the Candy Rabbit, feeling his head and body as far as he could reach, as if to make sure no part of him was broken, or lost, or out of place. “But can you tell me this?” he asked. “A little while ago I was on the toy counter of this store with the Calico Clown and the Monkey on a Stick. And now I seem to be in Fairyland. Tell me, am I dreaming, or is this really Fairyland, where eggs have windows in them and hold little chickens and ducks who seesaw?”

The other Rabbit smiled, and kept on bobbing up and down, waving his ears and turning his head from side to side.

“Oh, please stop that and answer me if you can,” begged the Candy Rabbit, in rather a sharp voice. “Why do you do that?”

“I have to,” was the answer. “I have to keep on doing this until I run down.”

“Run down where?” asked the Candy Rabbit.

“I mean until the clock-work inside me runs down,” explained the Fuzzy Rabbit. “You see, I am wound up, and when I am wound I have to rise up and stoop down on my hind legs. I have to twist my head and wiggle my ears. I’ll go on this way for half an hour more. But don’t let that bother you. I can still talk, and I’m glad you’re here. You’re some company. These eggs never say anything,” and with his ears he pointed to the chocolate one and the glittery one, each of which had glass windows.

“Ask him how he likes it here,” suggested a voice on the other side of the Candy Rabbit. Turning, he saw a big chocolate chap, almost like himself, except that this Rabbit was very dark in color.

The Chocolate Rabbit waved his ears in a kind way at the Candy Bunny, and went on:

“How do you like it here?”

The Candy Rabbit gave another look around, and the more he looked the more certain he was that he was in Fairyland. Over at one end of what seemed to be a table he saw a little chicken harnessed to a tiny wagon, made from what appeared to be an egg shell, and a little doll sat in the egg-shell carriage, driving the chicken with little silk ribbon horse reins.

Turning around, so that he might not miss anything, the sweet fellow saw a large basket of flowers, and, nestled in among the blossoms, were some Candy Rabbits like himself, only smaller. Over in one corner were piled some cards, with pretty pictures on them, and near them was a small basket, filled with what seemed to be green grass, in which were hidden many small candy eggs.

“Yes, this surely must be Fairyland, and I know I shall like it here,” said the Candy Rabbit, speaking half aloud. “But how did I get here, and where are the Calico Clown and the Monkey on a Stick?”

“Oh, they are not so far away,” answered the Fuzzy Rabbit. “And you are not really in Fairyland, though this does seem like it, I suppose,” and his eyes roved over the gay and pretty scene.

“Then where am I?” asked the Candy Rabbit again. “If this isn’t Fairyland, where am I?”

The Chocolate Rabbit grinned.

“You are on the Easter Novelty Counter,” was the Fuzzy Rabbit’s answer.

“Where in the world is that?” asked the Candy Rabbit. “Is it anywhere near the North Pole Workshop of Santa Claus?”

The Chocolate Rabbit gave a loud laugh.

“He doesn’t even know his own store,” said this dark-complexioned chap. “Why, my dear fellow,” he went on, “the Easter Novelty Counter is just around the corner from the toy section, where you have lived so long. The Calico Clown, the Monkey on a Stick and the other friends you speak of are there. You are not very far away from them.”