I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
THE END
Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.
One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow; and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.
He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quiteclose to him, he heard the noise of a hoe--scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes.
But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.
out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards Peter, and beyond him was the gate!
His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!
His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!
