He seemed disappointed, however, for he lifted up one of his little fore-paws and rubbed it across his eyes.

But, perhaps, he was not so very sorry, but only felt like taking a nap, for he stretched himself out as far as he could, and then drew himself up in a bunch, as if he were going to sleep.
"I wish he wouldn't do that," thought Kate, anxiously.

"I don't want to shoot him in his sleep." But Bunny was not asleep.

He was thinking.

He was trying to make up his mind about something.