Oh! Susan, I have got such a darling white rabbit as I think you never saw. I do believe it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world; for I have only had it given to me this morning, and yet it will eat clover from my hand, and let me stroke it, or do anything I please; and the gardener says that he will make a house for it, which his son Thomas will paint. Papa says, that I am to call my rabbit Snowdrop; and mamma says, that its eyes are like rubies; and so do come and look at it, Susan, and you will say as I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world.