There was no way of finding out what it was that he was trying to make up his mind about.

He might have been wondering why some plants did not grow with their roots uppermost, so that he could get at them without rubbing his little nose in the dirt; or why trees were not good to eat right through trunk and all.

Or he might have been trying to determine whether it would be better for him to go over to 'Lijah Ford's garden, and try to get a bite at some cabbage-leaves; or to run down to the field just outside of the woods, where he would very likely meet a certain little girl rabbit that he knew very well.
But whatever it was, he had no sooner made up his mind about it than he gave one big hop and was out of sight in a minute.
"There!" cried Kate.

"He's gone!" "I reckon he thought he'd guv you 'bout chance enough, Miss Kate," said a voice behind her, and turning hurriedly, she saw Uncle Braddock.
"Why, how did you come here ?" she exclaimed.

"I didn't hear you." "Reckon not, Miss Kate," said the old man.