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FATHER'S FLIRTATION.
never set eyes on Mrs. Sweet.
At last he felt that he could not stay there another moment. The room was so silent that he thought his wife must be asleep. Stealthily he worked his way from under the bed. He was nearly clear of it when Mrs. Bunny stirred and sat up. Her husband shot back again, but he had forgotten his caution. Mrs. Bunny heard a sound, and scrambled off the bed. She saw, protruding from beneath it, a foot and part of a gaily striped trouser leg. With a shriek of terror she rushed out of the room, and poor Mr. Jiunny heard her screaming over the landing :
" .Mrs. Sweet ! Mrs. Swet-t ! There's a
threw a shawl round his head, hiding his face as much as possible. He opened the door. Nobody wasin sight, and he hurrieddownstairs and out at the front door.
But his luck was dead out. Two ladies were mounting the steps, and catching sight of the extraordinary apparition, one of them screamed out.
That's mydress — mynewdress ! Thieves ! Help !
Both ladies made a dash at Mr. Bunny, who turned in desperation and fled back into the house again. He dared not go upstairs, and he dashed through the first door he saw. He found himself in the
" They pushed him into the drawing-room."
man under my bed ! Mrs. Swee ee-eet ! "
Then he heard her scampering down the stairs, still screaming at the top of her voice. Evidently he could not stay where he was. He made a dash, skipped along the landing and got into another room.
The whole house was in commotion. Women were screaming, ' Fire! Burglars' Murder ! " He heard people running up the stairs. What on earth was he to do 1 He saw something lying on a chair, picked it up, and had an inspiration. It was a lady's dress, and -evidently its owner was of a substantial figure. He somehow got into the garment.
kitchen, and the old black cook let out a series of blood-curdling yells which sent him flying out again by another door. He was now in the servants' quarters. He burst into a room where the scullery-maid was doing" her hair. She, too, began to yell, and truly by this time Mr. Bunny's aspect was enough to scare anybody. He did, however, manage to induce her to be quiet for a moment, and then he threw himself on her mercy. A gift of money secured her services, and she helped him to escape by way of the window while, so it seemed from the noise, the whole household was banging at the room door.