But Mr. Bliss is quite happy, though the village children are always trespassing in his garden, to catch a glimpse of the Girabbit. He drives a little donkey cart now, not a motor, and Sergeant Boffin salutes him every time he appears in the village.

"'Ow's yer little pet, sir?" says he.

"Nicely, thank you," says Mr. B., "but hard on cabbages. And how are all the Boffinses?"

"Nicely, thank you," says he, "but cruel hard on shoe-leather."

And that is the end of the story - except that Mr. Bliss threw the green hat away (and the Girabbit found it on the dustheap), and he wears a white hat now in summer, and a brown in winter. And that is all.

There is just one more picture, over the page.
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