“No,” said Peter, “I won't tell any one. Of course I won't. It must be nice to have a sort of sky-parlor in the summer,” he added wistfully.
“It is,” replied Whitefoot. “I just love my summer home.” With this he climbed up to his snug nest, and the last Peter saw of him was his long slim tail disappearing through the little round doorway.
XV. WHEN MR. HUMMINGBIRD GOT HIS LONG BILL
“I saw him here; I saw him there;
And now he is not anywhere!
He is not there; he is not here,
Yet no one saw him disappear.”
PETER RABBIT didn't intend that for any ears but his own, but it never is safe to talk out loud if you want no one else to hear.