Peter Mink didn't like that at all. But there was nothing he could say. So they all went back together to the place where the rest of the people were still waiting. And they found no more money, either.
Mr. Rabbit jumped up on the stump where Peter had stood and talked.
"The question is," he said, "who is going to take charge of all this money?"
"I am!" said Peter Mink.
But Mr. Rabbit said he didn't think that would be safe.
"You have no home, you know," he told Peter. "And you can't very well carry the money about with you. I must have my hat back; and no doubt Mr. Woodchuck will want his, too."
Mr. Woodchuck nodded his head. He certainly did want his hat. It was the best one he had.
"I would suggest—" said Mr. Rabbit then—"I would suggest that I take one hatful home with me, and that Mr. Woodchuck take the other to his house. Then we'll each have our hats; and the money will be perfectly safe."
"That's a good idea!" Peter Mink said. "The only trouble with it is that it won't do at all. For you and Mr. Woodchuck don't know the poor boy. So how could you ever give him the money?"