
Peter's coat and shoes were plainly to be seen upon the scarecrow, topped with an old tam-o'-shanter of Mr. They went away hand in hand, and got upon the flat top of the wall at the bottom of the wood. Peter said he thought he might feel better if he went for a walk. Rabbit's voice was heard inside the rabbit hole, calling: "Cotton-tail! Cotton-tail! fetch some more camomile!" McGregor also and certainly for the day, because she was wearing her best bonnet.Īt this point old Mrs. Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin and assured him that Mr. McGregor's garden," and described how he had been chased about the garden, and had dropped his shoes and coat. "Peter," said little Benjamin, in a whisper, "who has got your clothes?" He looked poorly, and was dressed in a red cotton pocket-handkerchief.

He came round the back of the fir-tree, and nearly tumbled upon the top of his Cousin Peter.

Little Benjamin did not very much want to see his Aunt. She also sold herbs, and rosemary tea, and rabbit-tobacco (which is what we call lavender). Rabbit was a widow she earned her living by knitting rabbit-wool mittens and muffatees (I once bought a pair at a bazaar). That wood was full of rabbit holes and in the neatest, sandiest hole of all lived Benjamin's aunt and his cousins-Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter. McGregor in her best bonnet.Īs soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off-with a hop, skip, and a jump-to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.Ī gig was coming along the road it was driven by Mr.

One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank. Produced by Robert Cicconetti and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading TeamĪUTHOR OF "THE TAIL OF PETER RABBIT," &C.
