IT took some time to dig Peter out, and bandage up the big bump on his head. The little red automobile wasn’t even scratched.

“OH, dear!” said the little girl, “I’m afraid we’ll have to go now. It’s growing late and Peter is getting into so much mischief.”

So Peter took off the cow-boy suit and put on his own clothes, and Santa Claus gave him a red and white peppermint candy cane, and off they started. Suddenly the little girl stopped, and whispered something to Santa Claus, and he nodded his head.

“Wait a minute, Peter,” he called. “Have you any brothers and sisters?”

“Yes, indeed,” said Peter. “There’s Flopsy, and there’s Mopsy, and there’s Cotton-tail, and they’re all girls. And I’ve got a Mother, too.”