The World of Peter Rabbit & His Friends: 14 Books with 450+ Original Illustrations. Beatrix Potter

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Mrs. Tittlemouse was a resourceful person. She nibbled a hole in the bottom corner of the sack.

Thomasina

      The little rabbits were pulled out and pinched to wake them.

      Their parents stuffed the empty sack with three rotten vegetable marrows, an old blacking-brush and two decayed turnips.

wakingBenjamin

      Then they all hid under a bush and watched for Mr. McGregor.

McGregortakesbag

      Mr. McGregor came back and picked up the sack, and carried it off.

      He carried it hanging down, as if it were rather heavy.

      The Flopsy Bunnies followed at a safe distance.

throughthearch

      The watched him go into his house.

      And then they crept up to the window to listen.

at the door

      Mr. McGregor threw down the sack on the stone floor in a way that would have been extremely painful to the Flopsy Bunnies, if they had happened to have been inside it.

      They could hear him drag his chair on the flags, and chuckle—

      "One, two, three, four, five, six leetle rabbits!" said Mr. McGregor.

atthewindow

      "Eh? What's that? What have they been spoiling now?" enquired Mrs. McGregor.

      "One, two, three, four, five, six leetle fat rabbits!" repeated Mr. McGregor, counting on his fingers—"one, two, three—"

      "Don't you be silly; what do you mean, you silly old man?"

      "In the sack! one, two, three, four, five, six!" replied Mr. McGregor.

      (The youngest Flopsy Bunny got upon the window-sill.)

onthesill

      Mrs. McGregor took hold of the sack and felt it. She said she could feel six, but they must be old rabbits, because they were so hard and all different shapes.

      "Not fit to eat; but the skins will do fine to line my old cloak."

      "Line your old cloak?" shouted Mr. McGregor—"I shall sell them and buy myself baccy!"

      "Rabbit tobacco! I shall skin them and cut off their heads."

lookingin

      Mrs. McGregor untied the sack and put her hand inside.

      When she felt the vegetables she became very very angry. She said that Mr. McGregor had "done it a purpose."

struck

      And Mr. McGregor was very angry too. One of the rotten marrows came flying through the kitchen window, and hit the youngest Flopsy Bunny.

      It was rather hurt.

timetogo

      Then Benjamin and Flopsy thought that it was time to go home.

Thomasinaincoat

      So Mr. McGregor did not get his tobacco, and Mrs. McGregor did not get her rabbit skins.

      But next Christmas Thomasina Tittlemouse got a present of enough rabbit-wool to make herself a cloak and a hood, and a handsome muff and a pair of warm mittens.

      The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse

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Mrs. Tittlemouse at the Door

      Once upon a time there was a wood-mouse, and her name was Mrs. Tittlemouse.

      She lived in a bank under a hedge.

In the pantry

      Such a funny house! There were yards and yards of sandy passages, leading to storerooms and nut-cellars and seed-cellars, all amongst the roots of the hedge.

In bed

      There was a kitchen, a parlour, a pantry, and a larder.

      Also, there was Mrs. Tittlemouse's bedroom, where she slept in a little box bed!

Shooing a beetle

      Mrs. tittlemouse was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.

      Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages.

      "Shuh! shuh! little dirty feet!" said Mrs. Tittlemouse, clattering her dust-pan.

A ladybird

      And one day a little old woman ran up and down in a red spotty cloak.

      "Your house is on fire, Mother Ladybird! Fly away home to your children!"

Spider

      Another day, a big fat spider came in to shelter from the rain.

      "Beg pardon, is this not Miss Muffet's?"

      "Go away, you bold bad spider! Leaving ends of cobweb all over my nice clean house!"

Out the window

      She bundled the spider out at a window.

      He let himself down the hedge with a long thin bit of string.

Marks of little feet

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