I felt much better and was able to look about me, I was in a small stable, that was evidently not used for a stable, but more for a play-room.

There were various kinds of toys scattered about and a swing and bar, such as boys love to twist about on, in two different corners.

In a box against the wall was a guinea pig, looking at me in an interested way.

This guinea pig's name was Jeff, and he and I became good friends.

A long-haired French rabbit was hopping about, and a tame white rat was perched on the shoulder of one of the boys, and kept his foothold there, no matter how suddenly the boy moved.