He looked so funny doing this that Kate came near laughing but, fortunately, she remembered that that would not do just then.
When he had finished scratching one ear, he seemed to consider the question whether or not he should scratch the other one; but he finally came to the conclusion that he would not.

He would rather hop over to the other side of the path and see what was there.
This, of course, made it necessary for Kate to take a new aim at him.
Whatever it was that he found on the other side of the path it grew under the ground, and he stuck his head down as far as he could get it, and bent up his back, as if he were about to try to turn a somersault, or to stand on his head.
"How round and soft he is!" thought Kate.

"How I should like to pat him.
I wonder when he'll find whatever it is that he's looking for! What a cunning little tail!" The cunning little tail was soon clapped flat on the ground, and Mr.
Bunny raised himself up and sat on it.

He lifted his nose and his fore-paws in the air and seemed to be smelling something good.

His queer little nose wiggled so comically that Kate again came very near bursting out laughing.
"How I would love to have him for a pet!" she said to herself.
After sniffing a short time, the rabbit seemed to come to the conclusion that he was mistaken, after all, and that he did not really smell anything so very good.