Bridgette was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister by the bank and having nothing to do. Once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it. ` What is the point of a book` thought Bridgette, `without pictures or conversations?` So she was considering in her own mind ( as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether making a daisy chain would be worth the risk of standing up to pick the flowers when suddenly a fat white rabbit with pink eyes hurried across the bank.