When Mr. Rabbit reached home, after Peter Mink's lecture, and told his wife about the money that had been collected for the poor boy whom Peter Mink knew, she asked:
"Who has the money?"
"Oh, it's safe," said Mr. Rabbit. "It's hidden in an old stump. And the hole in the stump is so small that even Peter himself can't crawl through it."
"How do you know he can't?"
"He tried," said Mr. Rabbit.
"How do you know he tried as hard as he could?" Mrs. Rabbit asked.
That was what made Mr. Rabbit worry. So instead of going to bed, he hurried back to the place where Peter had given his famous lecture; and there he hid himself under a small pine.
Mr. Rabbit hadn't waited long before he saw some one come out of the elderberry bushes and hurry up to the stump.