and the flurry and the general mix-up, something a little off color
will slip in now and then. Everybody makes mistakes _sometimes_!"

As he made this last remark Sandy cast a doubtful look at the False
Hare, who grinned and tipped his silk hat to him.

"I told Sandy _all_ about myself," said the False Hare, winking at the
children. "I told him I was just as good as I could be!"

The children could not help laughing. "I'm afraid you don't know him
as well as we do, Mr. Sandy," said Ann.

"Oh, I know about as much as I want to know about him," said Sandy,
pretending to frown very fiercely. "I've almost made up my mind to get
rid of him, but the truth is I don't really know just where he
belongs."

"Doesn't matter to _me_ whether I spend the night with a bald-headed
old gentleman or a bird-dog--all the same to _me_," said the False
Hare meekly. This speech sounded so like him that the children looked
at one another and burst out laughing again, at which the False Hare
gave a kind of solemn wink, sighed, and touched his eyes with a little
paper handkerchief he held gracefully in one paw.

The Sandman turned his back on the silly fellow, and went on with his
explanations to the children: "We have a very select set of
customers," he said, "and it's our aim to supply 'em with the finest
line of goods on the market. Wears me to a frazzle sometimes, this
business does," he stopped to wipe from his brow a tiny stream of sand
that was trickling down it, "but I've got to keep at it! All the