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.

He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the no九_九_藏_書ise of a hoe--scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

hｔtps://ｒｅaｄ.９９csw.ｃomHis 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!

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He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand九_九_藏_書 on the floor of the rabbit-hole and shut his eyes.

I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.

Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket九-九-藏-書 and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.

Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow; and started running as fast as he could go, along a strai九九藏書ght walk behind some black-currant bushes.

out, and 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!

One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time.