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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14304 ***
+
+THE TALE
+
+OF
+
+PETER RABBIT
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+THE TALE
+
+OF
+
+PETER RABBIT
+
+[Illustration]
+
+BEATRIX POTTER
+
+Illustrations
+
+By
+
+Virginia Hibert.
+
+AKRON, O.
+
+THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING CO
+
+NEW YORK CHICAGO
+
+[Illustration:]
+
+
+
+
+THE SAALFIELD PUB. Co.
+
+1916
+
+
+
+
+THE TALE
+
+OF
+
+PETER RABBIT
+
+
+Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were
+Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They lived with their mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a
+very big fir tree.
+
+"Now, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "You may go into
+the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Your father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs.
+McGregor."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Now run along and don't get into mischief. I am going out."
+
+Then old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through
+the wood to the baker's.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
+
+Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail who were good little bunnies went down
+the lane together
+
+[Illustration]
+
+To gather blackberries.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But Peter who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's
+garden and
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Squeezed under the gate!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+First he ate some lettuces and some French beans
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And then
+
+He
+Ate
+Some
+Radishes
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.
+McGregor!
+
+Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages,
+but he jumped up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out
+"Stop thief!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden,
+for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He lost one shoe among the cabbages, and the other amongst the
+potatoes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+After losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not
+unfortunately run into a gooseberry net
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Peter gave himself up for lost and shed big tears;
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Who flew to him in great excitement and implored him to exert himself.
+
+Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve which he intended to pop on the top
+of Peter, but Peter wriggled out just in time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Leaving his jacket behind him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He rushed into the tool-shed and--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Jumped into a can.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so
+much water in it. Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere
+in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.
+
+Presently Peter sneezed "Kertyschoo!"
+
+Mr. McGregor was after him in no time, and tried to put his foot upon
+Peter, who
+
+Jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with
+fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go.
+
+Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
+
+After a time he began to wander about, going
+lippity--
+lippity--
+not very fast and looking all around.
+
+He found a door in a wall; but it was locked and there was no room
+for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
+
+An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying
+peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to
+the gate but she had such a large pea in her mouth she could not
+answer. She only shook her head at him.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Peter began to cry.
+
+Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he
+became more and more puzzled. Presently he came to a pond where Mr.
+McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some
+gold-fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her
+tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away
+without speaking to her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny.
+
+He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close 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 out and
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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!
+
+Peter got down very quietly off the wheel-barrow and started running
+as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black
+currant bushes. 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.
+
+Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a
+scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds. [Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Peter never stopped running or looked behind him
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Till he got home to the big fir-tree.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the
+floor of the rabbit hole, and shut his eyes. 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!
+
+I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening. His
+mother put him to bed and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose
+of it to Peter! "One teaspoonful to be taken at bedtime." But--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for
+supper.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Tale Of Peter Rabbit, by Beatrix Potter
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14304 ***