PETER’S little heart was going pit-a-pat, just as hard as it could—he was so frightened.

“Aren’t you ashamed,” said the little girl, “a great big cow-boy rabbit like you—afraid of an old rocking horse!”

“I’m not a real cow-boy rabbit,” said Peter, “I’ve only got a cow-boy suit on. That’s all—and you know it. I wasn’t scared much, anyhow.”

Santa Claus laughed and said, “He’s just like all boys—he won’t admit it even if he was scared.” And Santa Claus knew what he was talking about, because he knows all about all the little boys in the whole, wide world.

IT wasn’t long before Peter forgot all about having been frightened, and began to rummage around once more. He found a lot of funny green bugs in a corner, and, while he was trying to turn one over on its back, so he could see it wiggle its feet, there was a sharp little “click,” and the bug started to crawl towards Peter.