PETER watched her, until she got over the top of the hill, and then he grabbed up his little blue jacket, and his little wooly cap, and his two red mittens, and out of the back door he slipped before Flopsy or Mopsy or Cotton-tail could stop him. “I’ll come back bye and bye,” he called, as he scurried off through the wood.

NOW Cotton-tail was very fond of Peter, and when she saw he was going to be so disobedient again, she put her head down on Mopsy’s shoulder, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried, and she cried as if her little heart would break.