Naughty Miss Bunny | Page 3

about among the leaves and

branches of a fine old tree that grew in the middle of the lawn.
"Oh, dear! How lovely it would be to be a bird--cheep, cheep! If I only
had wings I should just feel like one this minute, perched up so high,"
she said with a merry laugh, as she jumped and wriggled about on the
branch.
But she quite forgot that the nursery window overlooked the lawn, and
that Sophie was sure to be sitting there at her work. In a moment,
however, this fact was recalled to her mind by the sound of a wild
shriek from the terrified maid.
"Mademoiselle! Miss Bunny, you want to kill yourself, or tear your
sweet frock. Ah! naughty child, get down this instants, or I will tell
monsieur your papa."
This was the one threat that had any power to move Miss Bunny, so
down she scrambled and ran away as fast as she could over the grass.
There was still no sign of Miss Kerr, so the child wandered about,
wondering what was keeping her governess, and wishing she had
something to do, when all at once her eyes fell on a beautiful rose-tree,
almost weighed down with the quantity of its flowers, and she flew at it
in delight and began to pull off the lovely blossoms and pin one of
them into the front of her frock. But like most foolish children she
broke them off so short that there was no stalk left with which to fasten
them, and so the poor rose fell upon the ground, and the little girl
impatiently snatched at another and dragged it ruthlessly from the
branch. This went on for some time, and would probably have gone on
until not a flower remained upon the bush, had not Sophie again made
herself heard from the nursery window.
"Miss Bunny, how can you derange the beautiful roses?" she cried
indignantly. "There will be not one left to give to your papa when he
comes home, and you know he loves those sweet flowers so much."
"Oh, I am so sorry," cried Bunny. "But there are some dear little buds,
and I will just leave them for papa. Who knows perhaps they may be

roses by to-morrow evening!" and away she flitted like a white-winged
butterfly in search of some other sweet flowers that she might make her
own, without fear of further interruption from sharp-tongued Sophie.
At last, when she had such a large bouquet that her little hands could
scarcely hold it, she wearied of her occupation, and stepping softly to
the drawing-room window, she peeped in just to see what Miss Kerr
and her mama could be doing that kept them shut up there for so long
together.
"I'll take mama these flowers," she said to herself, "and I am sure they
will make her headache better. I'll just tap gently at the window and
Miss Kerr will let me in, and I'll be so good and quiet that mama will
not mind me being with her while she talks."
Bunny waited for some minutes, hoping to be admitted to the room, but
no notice was taken of her knocking--for the ladies were too much
absorbed in their own affairs to trouble themselves about her.
Mrs. Dashwood lay on the sofa, and her face had a flushed anxious
expression, as she listened to Miss Kerr, who was seated on a stool by
her side, and seemed to be talking very earnestly, but her voice was low,
and as the window was shut Bunny could not hear a word she said.
"Oh dear, what a lot Miss Kerr has got to say!" cried the little girl
impatiently. "She seems as if she had forgotten all about me. I am tired
of being out here all alone, so I'll just run in and play with my dollies."
Now the nearest way into the house was up a flight of steps and in by
the dining-room window, which was like a large glass door, and always
lay open in the most tempting manner possible.
So up these steps went Miss Bunny, her hands full of flowers and her
mind bent on mischief, if she could only meet with anything to do that
would amuse her and give her some fun.
[Illustration: THE BUTLER SURPRISES BUNNY.]

The room into which she stepped was a very pretty one. It was very
nearly round, with many high windows looking out upon the pleasant
grounds and blue sparkling sea. Upon the walls were pictures of fine
thoroughbred horses, some of them with their little foals beside them,
others with a surly-looking old dog or a tiny kitten, their favourite
stable companion and friend. Bunny loved these pictures and had given
the horses pet names