The air was full of the lowing of cattle, the tramp of horses, squealing of indignant pigs, and clatter of tongues, as people and animals streamed in at the great gate and found their proper places.

Our young folks were in a high state of excitement, as they rumbled away with their treasures in a hay-cart.

The Bunny-house might have been a cage of tigers, so rampant were the cats at this new move.

Old Bun, in a small box, brooded over the insult of the refrigerator, and looked as fierce as a rabbit could.

Gus had a coop of rare fowls, who clucked wildly all the way, while Ralph, with the bust in his arms, stood up in front, and Jill and Molly bore the precious bedquilt, as they sat behind.
These objects of interest were soon arranged, and the girls went to admire Merry's golden butter cups among the green leaves, under which lay the ice that kept the pretty flowers fresh.