The Candy Rabbit looked around the bathroom.  There was no other toy there with whom he could play, even if he had felt like moving around just then, which he did not feel like doing.

“The Calico Clown and the Monkey on a Stick will think it quite wonderful when I tell them what has happened to me,” said the Candy Rabbit to himself, as he sat there, drying.  “I suppose they must have had some adventures, also, but I don’t believe either of them ever fell into a bathtub of water.”

Feeling rather lonesome, the Rabbit looked for some one to whom he might talk.  He saw cakes of soap, towels, and wash cloths.  There was also a large sponge in a wire basket hanging over the edge of the bathtub.

“I have heard that sponges are animals,” said the Candy Rabbit.  “I wonder if this one is alive and will speak to me.  I’ll try.  Hello there, Mr. Sponge!” he called.  “You must be quite a swimmer.  Are you as good as a goldfish—­one of those the bad cat tried to get?”

But the sponge said never a word.  Maybe it was too dry to speak, for it had not been in the water since early morning.

The Candy Rabbit knew it was of no use to talk to a cake of soap or a wash cloth, so he became quiet and sat on the window sill, drying off.

[Illustration:  “Hello There, Mr. Sponge!” Said Candy Rabbit.
          
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At first the wind, which came in through the open bathroom window, drying the Candy Rabbit, was a gentle breeze.  Then it began to blow harder, so hard, in fact, that Herbert, Dick and Arnold got out their kites and began flying them.

“Dear me! this wind is blowing harder and harder,” said the Candy Rabbit to himself.  “I hope I do not take cold here.”

Stronger and stronger the wind blew.  Part of the time it blew in through the bathroom window, and part of the time it blew out.  And then, all of a sudden, there came a hard gust, and it toppled the Candy Rabbit right off the sill.

“Dear me, I am falling!” exclaimed the Candy Rabbit.  “Oh, I am falling out of the window!”

And this was true.  He had fallen out instead of falling in, and, in the end, this was a good thing for him.  For if he had fallen inside the bathroom he would have toppled down on the hard, tiled floor, and have been broken to pieces.  As it was, falling out of the window, he had a better chance.

Down, down, down, out of the window fell the Candy Rabbit.  He fell so fast that his breath was taken away.  He felt himself drying fast.  The last drops of water, caused by his topple into the bathtub, were blown off by the breeze as he fell.

“Oh, when I hit the ground there is going to be a terrible smash!” thought the poor Candy Rabbit.  “This, surely, is the last of me!  Good-bye, everybody!”

But, as it happened, just then Patrick, the gardener, was passing along with a wheelbarrow full of freshly cut grass.  He had cut the lawn in front of the house where Dorothy lived, and now Patrick was wheeling the loose grass across Madeline’s yard to give to a pony in a stable in the house just beyond Madeline’s.