Uncle Harry's grew bigger when a moment later, he turned and saw Jimmie sitting on the steps with the white rabbit in his arms.
Then followed the explanations of how Uncle Harry had bought the rabbit for Jimmie, and how it had escaped, and Jimmie told how he had saved it from Brown's dog and then scoured the neighborhood to find its owner.
"And to think," said he, hugging his treasure, "that I was your owner all the time, and just suppose that I had sold you to Paul for a quarter?"
