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'LL give you a quarter for him, Jim."
Jimmie pursed up his lips and shook his head, while he hugged close to his breast a little panting white rabbit with the longest of ears and the pinkest of eyes.
"No, I can't, Paul."
"Why not?" and Paul wrinkled his brow quite savagely. "He isn't yours, anyway."
"I know it, but I ran the fastest and caught' him, and, if I had not got him just when I did, Brown's dog would have fairly eaten him up, poor little fellow," and Jimmie stroked the little thing affectionately.
"Well, of course you have the best right to him," acknowledged Fred, "but, you see, you live right in this block where we found him, so he belongs to some one near here, and if you keep him, folks will hear about it and take him away from you."
