“No,” said Marjorie, “I didn’t think about it then; but—­say—­where do you suppose those rabbits are now?  You don’t think that they are shut up in that little dark shed over there, do you?  Wouldn’t that be dreadful?  There, those people heard what I said, and they are wondering too.  See them look,—­and I suppose that they will tell others about it.  Isn’t it too bad?  And he’s such a nice appearing boy too.  I’m sure he doesn’t mean to be cruel.  I think that some one ought to speak to him.  Poor little things, shut up in the dark on a beautiful day like this!  It ought not to be allowed.  I’m going to talk to him!” and Marjorie ran across the road again.

The boy glanced up as she approached; but waited for her to speak.  Marjorie looked him straight in the eye.  “Where are your rabbits?” she asked, severely.

“In the shed,” he replied, motioning with his head in the direction of the building she had noticed.

“What!” she exclaimed.  “A lot of lovely white rabbits shut up in that little dark shed!  Oh, how can you be so unkind?”

“They have been there only about two hours,” said the boy, “and I shall let them out as soon as I have nailed on these last few pickets.  It will be only a little while; and besides, the shed is not dark, there is a big window on the other side, and they have cabbage and things to eat, and a great armful of clover.”

“But they are shut up!” cried Marjorie.  “How would you like to be shut up in jail, even if you did have a lot of cabbage and clover?  You ought to let them out right away.  Don’t you love them at all?”

“Of course I love them,” said the boy; “but can’t you see that if I let them out now I will lose them?  And, besides, they are tame rabbits and don’t know how to take care of themselves, and would get into all sorts of trouble, and probably spoil all of the gardens in the neighborhood.”

Marjorie looked unconvinced.  “Your arguments sound all right,” she said; “but I am sure that they must be wrong somewhere, because it certainly isn’t right for those poor, dear little rabbits to be shut up that way.  They ought to be let out right now.  The fence is nearly done and they wouldn’t try to go through the opening while you are working on it; they would be afraid.  If you don’t let them out, every one will be talking about how cruel you are.  I suppose that is what those people are talking about now,” and Marjorie pointed to the persons who had overheard her comments a few moments before.

The boy glanced toward them anxiously, and then toward the shed.  “Well,” he said at last, doubtfully, “perhaps I can manage it;—­if only they won’t go through the gap before I can get back to it after opening the door,” and he turned and walked unwilling toward the shed.

“I’ll watch the gap,” called Marjorie after him.