The Velveteen Rabbit | Page 4

so hard that he loved all his
whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown
spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked
like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always
beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't
mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had
made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.
And then, one day, the Boy was ill.
His face grew very flushed, and he talked in his sleep, and his little
body was so hot that it burned the Rabbit when he held him close.
Strange people came and went in the nursery, and a light burned all
night and through it all the little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden
from sight under the bedclothes, and he never stirred, for he was afraid
that if they found him some one might take him away, and he knew that
the Boy needed him.
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.
The Boy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged,
and now it only remained to carry out the doctor's orders. They talked
about it all, while the little Rabbit lay under the bedclothes, with just
his head peeping out, and listened. The room was to be disinfected, and
all the books and toys that the Boy had played with in bed must be
burnt.
"Hurrah!" thought the little Rabbit. "To-morrow we shall go to the
seaside!" For the boy had often talked of the seaside, and he wanted
very much to see the big waves coming in, and the tiny crabs, and the
sand castles.
Just then Nana caught sight of him.
"How about his old Bunny?" she asked.
"That?" said the doctor. "Why, it's a mass of scarlet fever germs!-Burn
it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn't have that
any more!"
Anxious Times
And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books
and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the
fowl-house. That was a fine place to make a bonfire, only the gardener
was too busy just then to attend to it. He had the potatoes to dig and the

green peas to gather, but next morning he promised to come quite early
and burn the whole lot.
That night the Boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new
bunny to sleep with him. It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with
real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about it.
For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was such a
wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else.
And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little
Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the
fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and
so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening
and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to
sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and
threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him.
Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and
close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the
Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the
garden-how happy they were-and a great sadness came over him. He
seemed to see them all pass before