Peter never stopped running or looked behind him
Till he got home to the big fir-tree.
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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— |
Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.
