Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. Here! Come and help me out of THIS!' Sounds of more broken glass. Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window? Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!' He pronounced it arrum. An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window! Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that. Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!