One evening when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept
with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and seeing that the toy cupboard
door stood open, she made a swoop.
"Here," she said, "take your old bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the
Boy's arms.
That night and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first, he found it rather uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged
him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. And he missed, too, those long
moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse. But very soon, he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels
for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrows the real rabbits lived in. And they had splendid games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and
left the nightlight burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle close under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hand clasped close around
him all night long.
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