This house was something between a cave, a prison, and a tumbledown pig-stye. There was a strong door, which was shut and
The setting sun made the window panes glow like red flame; but the
kitchen fire was not alight. It was neatly laid with dry sticks, as the
rabbits could see, when they peeped through the window.
Benjamin sighed with relief.
But there were preparations upon the kitchen table which made
him shudder. There was an immense empty pie-dish of blue willow
pattern, and a large carving knife and fork, and a chopper.
At the other end of the table was a partly unfolded tablecloth, a
plate, a tumbler, a knife and fork, salt-cellar, mustard and a chair—
in short, preparations for one person's supper.