always bounced on ahead of everybody, as he got out of sight, they would hurry other direction, and he would never see them again.
“Not never?” said Piglet.
“Well, not until we find him again, Piglet. Tomorrow, or whenever it is. Come on. He’s waiting for us.”
When they got to Kanga’s house, they found that Roo was waiting too, being a great friend of Tigger’s, which made it Awkward; but Rabbit whispered “Leave this to me” behind his paw to Pooh, and went up to Kanga.
“I don’t think Roo had better come,” he said. “Not today.”
“Why not?” said Roo, who wasn’t supposed to be listening.
“Nasty cold day,” said Rabbit, shaking his head. “And you were coughing this morning.”
“How do you know?” asked Roo indignantly.
“Oh, Roo, you never told me,” said Kanga rеproachfully.
“It was a Biscuit Cough,” said Roo, “not one you tell about.”
“I think not today, dear. Another day.”
“Tomorrow?” said Roo hopefully.
“We’ll see,” said Kanga.
“You’re always seeing, and nothing ever happens,” said Roo sadly.
