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The OriginalPeter Rabbit BooksBy BEATRIX POTTERA LIST OF THE TITLES*The Tale of Peter Rabbit*The Tale of Benjamin Bunny*The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle*The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher*The Tale of Jemima Puddle-Duck*The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies*The Tale of Two Bad Mice*The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes*The Tale of Mr. Tod*The Tale of Pigling Bland*The Roly Poly Pudding*The Pie and the Patty-pan*Ginger and Pickles*The Story of Miss Moppet

THE TALE OFPETER RABBITBYBEATRIX POTTERONCE upon a time therewere four little Rabbits,and their names were-Flopsy,Mopsy,Cotton-tail,and Peter.They lived with their Motherin a sand-bank, underneath theroot of a very big fir tree."NOW, my dears," said oldMrs. Rabbit one morning,"you may go into the fieldsor down the lane, but don't gointo Mr. McGregor's garden:your Father had an accidentthere; he was put in a pie byMrs. McGregor.""NOW run along, and don'tget into mischief. I amgoing out."THEN old Mrs. Rabbit tooka basket and her umbrella,to the baker's. She bought aloaf of brown bread and fivecurrant buns.FLOPSY, Mopsy, andCottontail, who were goodlittle bunnies, went down thelane to gather blackberries;BUT Peter, who was verynaughty, ran straightaway to Mr. McGregor'sgarden and squeezed underthe gate!FIRST he ate some lettucesand some French beans;and then he ate some radishes;AND then, feeling rathersick, he went to look forsome parsley.2

BUT round the end of acucumber frame, whomshould he meet but Mr.McGregor!MR. McGREGOR was onhis hands and kneesplanting out young cabbages,but he jumped up and ran afterPeter, waving a rake and callingout, "Stop thief!"PETER was most dreadfullyfrightened; he rushed allover the garden, for he hadforgotten the way back to thegate.He lost one of his shoesamong the cabbages, and theother shoe amongst the potatoes.AFTER losing them, he ranon four legs and wentfaster, so that I think he mighthave got away altogether if hehad not unfortunately run intoa gooseberry net, and gotcaught by the large buttons onhis jacket. It was a blue jacketwith brass buttons, quite new.PETER gave himself up forlost, and shed big tears;but his sobs were overheard bysome friendly sparrows, whoflew to him in great excitement,and implored him toexert himself.MR. McGREGOR came upwith a sieve, which heintended to pop upon the topof Peter; but Peter wriggledout just in time, leaving hisjacket behind him.AND rushed into the toolshed,and jumped into a can.It would have been abeautiful thing to hide in, if ithad not had so much water in it.MR. McGREGOR wasquite sure that Peterwas somewhere in the toolshed,perhaps hidden underneatha flower-pot. He beganto turn them over carefully,looking under each.3

Presently Peter sneezed-"Kertyschoo!" Mr. McGregorwas after him in no time,AND tried to put his footupon Peter, who jumpedout of a window, upsettingthree plants. The window wastoo small for Mr. McGregor,and he was tired of runningafter Peter. He went back tohis work.PETER sat down to rest;he was out of breath andtrembling with fright, and hehad not the least idea whichway to go. Also he was verydamp with sitting in that can.After a time he began towander about, going lippity-lippity--not very fast, andlooking all around.HE found a door in a wall;but it was locked, andthere was no room for a fatlittle rabbit to squeezeunderneath.An old mouse was runningin and out over the stone doorstep,carrying peas and beansto her family in the wood.Peter asked her the way to thegate, but she had such a largepea in her mouth that she couldnot answer. She only shookher head at him. Peter beganto cry.THEN he tried to find hisway straight across thegarden, but he became moreand more puzzled. Presently,he came to a pond where Mr.McGregor filled his water-cans.A white cat was staring atsome gold-fish; she sat very,very still, but now and thenthe tip of her tail twitched asif it were alive. Peter thoughtit best to go away withoutspeaking to her; he had heardabout cats from his cousin,little Benjamin Bunny.HE went back towards the4

tool-shed, but suddenly,quite close to him, he heardthe noise of a hoe--scr-r-ritch,scratch, scratch, scritch. Peterscuttered underneath thebushes. But presently, asnothing happened, he cameout, and climbed upon awheelbarrow, and peeped over. Thefirst thing he saw was Mr.McGregor hoeing onions. Hisback was turned towardsPeter, and beyond him wasthe gate!PETER got down veryquietly off the wheelbarrow,and started runningas fast as he could go, alonga straight walk behind someblack-currant bushes.Mr. McGregor caught sightof him at the corner, but Peterdid not care. He slipped underneaththe gate, and was safe atlast in the wood outside thegarden.MR. McGREGOR hung upthe little jacket and theshoes for a scare-crow tofrighten the blackbirds.PETER never stopped runningor looked behindhim till he got home to thebig fir-tree.He was so tired that heflopped down upon the nicesoft sand on the floor of therabbit-hole, and shut his eyes.His mother was busy cooking;she wondered what he haddone with his clothes. It wasthe second little jacket andpair of shoes that Peter hadlost in a fortnight!I AM sorry to say that Peterwas not very well duringthe evening.His mother put him to bed,and made some camomile tea;and she gave a dose of it toPeter!5

"One table-spoonful to betaken at bed-time."BUT Flopsy, Mopsy, andCotton-tail had breadand milk and blackberries,for supper.THE END6

THE TALE OFBENJAMIN BUNNYFOR THE CHILDREN OF SAWREYFROMOLD MR. BUNNYONE morning a little rabbitsat on a bank.He pricked his ears andlistened to the trit-trot,trit-trot of a pony.A gig was coming along theroad; it was driven by Mr.McGregor, and beside him satMrs. McGregor in her bestbonnet.AS soon as they had passed,little Benjamin Bunnyslid down into the road, andset off--with a hop, skip anda jump--to call upon his relations,who lived in the wood atthe back of Mr. McGregor'sgarden.THAT wood was full ofrabbit holes; and in theneatest sandiest hole of all,cousins--Flopsy, Mopsy,Cotton-tail and Peter.Old Mrs. Rabbit was awidow; she earned her livingby knitting rabbit-wool mittensand muffetees (I once boughta pair at a bazaar). She alsosold herbs, and rosemary tea,and rabbit-tobacco (which iswhat WE call lavender).LITTLE Benjamin did notvery much want to seehis Aunt.He came round the back ofthe fir-tree, and nearly tumbledupon the top of his CousinPeter.PETER was sitting by himself.7

He looked poorly,and was dressed in a red cottonpocket-handkerchief."Peter,"--said little Benjamin,in a whisper--"who hasgot your clothes?"PETER replied--"The scarecrowin Mr. McGregor'sgarden," and described how hehad been chased about thegarden, and had dropped hisshoes and coat.Little Benjamin sat down besidehis cousin, and assured himthat Mr. McGregor had goneout in a gig, and Mrs. McGregoralso; and certainly for the day,because she was wearing herbest bonnet.PETER said he hoped thatit would rain.At this point, old Mrs.Rabbit's voice was heard insidethe rabbit hole calling-"Cotton-tail! Cotton-tail!fetch some more camomile!"Peter said he thought hemight feel better if he wentfor a walk.THEY went away hand inhand, and got upon theflat top of the wall at the bottomof the wood. From here theylooked down into Mr. McGregor'sgarden. Peter's coatand shoes were plainly to beseen upon the scarecrow,topped with an old tam-oshanter of Mr. McGregor's.LITTLE Benjamin said,"It spoils people's clothesto squeeze under a gate; theproper way to get in, is toclimb down a pear tree."Peter fell down head first;but it was of no consequence,as the bed below was newlyraked and quite soft.IT had been sown with lettuces.8

They left a great many oddlittle foot-marks all over thebed, especially little Benjamin,who was wearing clogs.LITTLE Benjamin said thatthe first thing to be donewas to get back Peter's clothes,in order that they might beable to use the pocket handkerchief.They took them off the scarecrow.There had been rainduring the night; there waswater in the shoes, and thecoat was somewhat shrunk.Benjamin tried on the tamo-shanter, but it was too bigfor him.THEN he suggested thatthey should fill the pockethandkerchief with onions, asa little present for his Aunt.Peter did not seem to beenjoying himself; he kepthearing noises.BENJAMIN, on the contrary,was perfectly athome, and ate a lettuce leaf.He said that he was in thehabit of coming to the gardenwith his father to get lettucesfor their Sunday dinner.(The name of little Benjamin'spapa was old Mr. BenjaminBunny.)The lettuces certainly werevery fine.PETER did not eat anything;he said he shouldlike to go home. Presently hedropped half the onions.LITTLE Benjamin said thatit was not possible to getback up the pear-tree, with aload of vegetables. He ledthe way boldly towards theother end of the garden. Theywent along a little walk onplanks, under a sunny redbrick wall.9

The mice sat on their doorsteps cracking cherry-stones,they winked at Peter Rabbitand little Benjamin Bunny.PRESENTLY Peter let thepocket-handkerchief goagain.THEY got amongst flowerpots, and frames andtubs; Peter heard noises worsethan ever, his eyes were as bigas lolly-pops!He was a step or two infront of his cousin, when hesuddenly stopped.THIS is what those littlerabbits saw round thatcorner!Little Benjamin took onelook, and then, in half a minuteless than no time, he hid himselfand Peter and the onionsunderneath a large basket. . . .THE cat got up and stretchedherself, and came andsniffed at the basket.Perhaps she liked the smellof onions!Anyway, she sat down uponthe top of the basket.SHE sat there for FIVE HOURS.* * * * *I cannot draw you a pictureof Peter and Benjamin underneaththe basket, because itwas quite dark, and becausethe smell of onions was fearful;it made Peter Rabbit and littleBenjamin cry.The sun got round behindthe wood, and it was quite latein the afternoon; but still thecat sat upon the basket.AT length there was a pitterpatter, pitter-patter, andsome bits of mortar fell fromthe wall above.10

The cat looked up and sawold Mr. Benjamin Bunnyprancing along the top of thewall of the upper terrace.He was smoking a pipe ofrabbit-tobacco, and had a littleswitch in his hand.He was looking for his son.OLD Mr. Bunny had noopinion whatever of cats.He took a tremendous jumpoff the top of the wall on tothe top of the cat, and cuffedit off the basket, and kicked itinto the garden-house, scratchingoff a handful of fur.The cat was too much surprisedto scratch back.WHEN old Mr. Bunny haddriven the cat into thegreen-house, he locked thedoor.Then he came back to thebasket and took out his sonBenjamin by the ears, andwhipped him with the littleswitch.Then he took out his nephewPeter.THEN he took out the handkerchiefof onions, andmarched out of the garden.When Mr. McGregorreturned about half anhour later, he observed severalthings which perplexed him.It looked as though someperson had been walking allover the garden in a pair ofclogs--only the foot-markswere too ridiculously little!Also he could not understandhow the cat could havemanaged to shut herself upINSIDE the green-house, lockingthe door upon the OUTSIDE.11

WHEN Peter got home,his mother forgave him,because she was so glad to seethat he had found his shoesand coat. Cotton-tail andPeter folded up the pockethandkerchief, and old Mrs.Rabbit strung up the onionsand hung them from thekitchen ceiling, with therabbit-tobacco.THE END12

THE TALE OFTHE FLOPSY BUNNIESFOR ALL LITTLE FRIENDSOFMR. McGREGOR & PETER & BENJAMINIT is said that the effect ofeating too much lettuceis "soporific."I have never felt sleepy aftereating lettuces; but then I amnot a rabbit.They certainly had a verysoporific effect upon the FlopsyBunnies!WHEN Benjamin Bunnygrew up, he marriedhis Cousin Flopsy. They hada large family, and they werevery improvident and cheerful.I do not remember the separatenames of their children;they were generally called the"Flopsy Bunnies."AS there was not alwaysquite enough to eat,-Benjamin used to borrowcabbages from Flopsy'sbrother, Peter Rabbit, whokept a nursery garden.SOMETIMES Peter Rabbithad no cabbages to spare.WHEN this happened, theFlopsy Bunnies wentacross the field to a rubbishheap, in the ditch outsideMr. McGregor's garden.MR. McGREGOR'S rubbishheap was a mixture.There were jam pots and paperbags, and mountains of choppedgrass from the mowing machine(which always tasted oily), andsome rotten vegetable marrowsand an old boot or two. One13

day--oh joy!--there were aquantity of overgrown lettuces,which had "shot" into flower.THE Flopsy Bunnies simplystuffed lettuces. Bydegrees, one after another,they were overcome withslumber, and lay down in themown grass.Benjamin was not so muchovercome as his children.Before going to sleep he wassufficiently wide awake to puta paper bag over his head tokeep off the flies.THE little Flopsy Bunniesslept delightfully in thewarm sun. From the lawnbeyond the garden came thedistant clacketty sound of themowing machine. The bluebottles buzzed about the wall,and a little old mouse pickedover the rubbish among thejam pots.(I can tell you her name, shewas called Thomasina Tittlemouse,a woodmouse with along tail.)SHE rustled across the paperbag, and awakened BenjaminBunny.The mouse apologizedprofusely, and said that she knewPeter Rabbit.WHILE she and Benjaminwere talking, close underthe wall, they heard a heavytread above their heads; andsuddenly Mr. McGregoremptied out a sackful of lawnmowings right upon the topof the sleeping Flopsy Bunnies!Benjamin shrank downunder his paper bag. Themouse hid in a jam pot.THE little rabbits smiledsweetly in their sleepunder the shower of grass;they did not awake becausethe lettuces had been sosoporific.14

They dreamt that theirmother Flopsy was tuckingthem up in a hay bed.Mr. McGregor looked downafter emptying his sack. Hesaw some funny little browntips of ears sticking up throughthe lawn mowings. He staredat them for some time.PRESENTLY a fly settledon one of them and itmoved.Mr. McGregor climbeddown on to the rubbish heap-"One, two, three, four! five!six leetle rabbits!" said he ashe dropped them into his sack.The Flopsy Bunnies dreamtthat their mother was turningthem over in bed. They stirreda little in their sleep, but stillthey did not wake up.MR. McGREGOR tied upthe sack and left it on the wall.He went to put away themowing machine.WHILE he was gone, Mrs.Flopsy Bunny (whohad remained at home) cameacross the field.She looked suspiciously atthe sack and wondered whereeverybody was?THEN the mouse came outof her jam pot, and Benjamintook the paper bag offhis head, and they told thedoleful tale.Benjamin and Flopsy werein despair, they could notundo the string.But Mrs. Tittlemouse wasa resourceful person. Shenibbled a hole in the bottomcorner of the sack.THE little rabbits werepulled out and pinched15

to wake them.Their parents stuffed theempty sack with three rottenvegetable marrows, an oldblacking-brush and twodecayed turnips.THEN they all hid undera bush and watched forMr. McGregor.MR. McGREGOR cameback and picked up thesack, and carried it off.He carried it hanging down,as if it were rather heavy.The Flopsy Bunniesfollowed at a safe distance.THEY watched him go intohis house.And then they crept up tothe window to listen.MR. McGREGOR threwdown the sack on thestone floor in a way thatwould have been extremelypainful to the Flopsy Bunnies,if they had happened to havebeen inside it.They could hear him draghis chair on the flags, andchuckle-"One, two, three, four, five,six leetle rabbits!" said Mr.McGregor."EH? What's that? Whathave they been spoilingnow?" enquired Mrs. McGregor."One, two, three, four, five,six leetle fat rabbits!" repeatedMr. McGregor, counting onhis fingers--"one, two, three--""Don't you be silly; whatdo you mean, you silly oldman?""In the sack! one, two, three,four, five, six!" replied Mr.McGregor.16

(The youngest Flopsy Bunnygot upon the window-sill.)MRS. McGREGOR tookhold of the sack and feltit. She said she could feelsix, but they must be OLDrabbits, because they were sohard and all different shapes."Not fit to eat; but theskins will do fine to line myold cloak.""Line your old cloak?"shouted Mr. McGregor--"Ishall sell them and buy myselfbaccy!""Rabbit tobacco! I shallskin them and cut off their heads."MRS. McGREGOR untiedthe sack and put herhand inside.When she felt the vegetablesshe became very very angry.She said that Mr. McGregorhad "done it a purpose."AND Mr. McGregor wasvery angry too. One ofthe rotten marrows came flyingthrough the kitchen window,and hit the youngest FlopsyBunny.It was rather hurt.THEN Benjamin and Flopsythought that it was timeto go home.SO Mr. McGregor did notget his tobacco, and Mrs.McGregor did not get herrabbit skins.But next ChristmasThomasina Tittlemouse got apresent of enough rabbit-woolto make herself a cloak and ahood, and a handsome muffand a pair of warm mittens.THE END17

IN REMEMBRANCE OF"SAMMY,"THE INTELLIGENT PINK-EYED REPRESENTATIVEOFA PERSECUTED (BUT IRREPRESSIBLE) RACE.AN AFFECTIONATE LITTLE FRIEND.AND MOST ACCOMPLISHEDTHIEF!THE ROLY-POLY PUDDINGONCE upon a time there was an oldcat, called Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit,who was an anxious parent. She used tolose her kittens continually, and wheneverthey were lost they were always in mischief!On baking day she determined to shutthem up in a cupboard.She caught Moppet and Mittens, but shecould not find Tom.Mrs. Tabitha went up and down all overthe house, mewing for Tom Kitten. Shelooked in the pantry under the staircase,and she searched the best spare bedroomthat was all covered up with dust sheets.She went right upstairs and looked into theattics, but she could not find him anywhere.It was an old, old house, full ofcupboards and passages. Some of the wallswere four feet thick, and there used to bequeer noises inside them, as if there mightbe a little secret staircase. Certainly therewere odd little jagged doorways in thewainscot, and things disappeared at night-especially cheese and bacon.Mrs. Tabitha became more and moredistracted, and mewed dreadfully.While their mother was searching thehouse, Moppet and Mittens had got intomischief.The cupboard door was not locked, sothey pushed it open and came out.18

They went straight to the dough whichwas set to rise in a pan before the fire.They patted it with their little soft paws--"Shall we make dear little muffins?" saidMittens to Moppet.But just at that moment somebodyknocked at the front door, and Moppetjumped into the flour barrel in a fright.Mittens ran away to the dairy, and hidin an empty jar on the stone shelf wherethe milk pans stand.The visitor was a neighbor, Mrs. Ribby;she had called to borrow some yeast.Mrs. Tabitha came downstairs mewingdreadfully--"Come in, Cousin Ribby, comein, and sit ye down! I'm in sad trouble,Cousin Ribby," said Tabitha, sheddingtears. "I've lost my dear son Thomas; I'mafraid the rats have got him." She wipedher eyes with an apron."He's a bad kitten, Cousin Tabitha; hemade a cat's cradle of my best bonnet lasttime I came to tea. Where have you lookedfor him?""All over the house! The rats are toomany for me. What a thing it is to have anunruly family!" said Mrs. Tabitha Twitchit."I'm not afraid of rats; I will help youto find him; and whip him too! What isall that soot in the fender?""The chimney wants sweeping--Oh, dearme, Cousin Ribby--now Moppet and Mittensare gone!""They have both got out of the cupboard!"Ribby and Tabitha set to work to searchthe house thoroughly again. They pokedunder the beds with Ribby's umbrella, andthey rummaged in cupboards. They evenfetched a candle, and looked inside a clotheschest in one of the attics. They could notfind anything, but once they heard a doorbang and somebody scuttered downstairs.19

"Yes, it is infested with rats," saidTabitha tearfully, "I caught seven youngones out of one hole in the back kitchen,and we had them for dinner last Saturday.And once I saw the old father rat--anenormous old rat, Cousin Ribby. I wasjust going to jump upon him, when heshowed his yellow teeth at me and whiskeddown the hole.""The rats get upon my nerves, CousinRibby," said Tabitha.Ribby and Tabitha searched and searched.They both heard a curious roly-poly noiseunder the attic floor. But there was nothingto be seen.They returned to the kitchen. "Here'sone of your kittens at least," said Ribby,dragging Moppet out of the flour barrel.They shook the flour off her and set herdown on the kitchen floor. She seemed tobe in a terrible fright."Oh! Mother, Mother," said Moppet,"there's been an old woman rat in thekitchen, and she's stolen some of thedough!"The two cats ran to look at the doughpan. Sure enough there were marks oflittle scratching fingers, and a lump ofdough was gone!"Which way did she go, Moppet?"But Moppet had been too much frightenedto peep out of the barrel again.Ribby and Tabitha took her with themto keep her safely in sight, while they wenton with their search.They went into the dairy.The first thing they found was Mittens,hiding in an empty jar.They tipped up the jar, and she scrambledout."Oh, Mother, Mother!" said Mittens--20

"Oh! Mother, Mother, there has been anold man rat in the dairy--a dreadful 'normousbig rat, Mother; and he's stolen a patof butter and the rolling-pin."Ribby and Tabitha looked at one another."A rolling-pin and butter! Oh, my poorson Thomas!" exclaimed Tabitha, wringingher paws."A rolling-pin?" said Ribby. "Did wenot hear a roly-poly noise in the attic whenwe were looking into that chest?"Ribby and Tabitha rushed upstairs again.Sure enough the roly-poly noise was stillgoing on quite distinctly under the atticfloor."This is serious, Cousin Tabitha," saidRibby. "We must send for John Joiner atonce, with a saw."Now this is what had been happening toTom Kitten, and it shows how very unwiseit is to go up a chimney in a very old house,where a person does not know his way, andwhere there are enormous rats.Tom Kitten did not want to be shut upin a cupboard. When he saw that hismother was going to bake, he determinedto hide.He looked about for a nice convenientplace, and he fixed upon the chimney.The fire had only just been lighted, andit was not hot; but there was a white chokysmoke from the green sticks. Tom Kittengot upon the fender and looked up. It wasa big old-fashioned fireplace.The chimney itself was wide enough insidefor a man to stand up and walk about.So there was plenty of room for a littleTom Cat.He jumped right up into the fireplace,balancing himself upon the iron bar wherethe kettle hangs.Tom Kitten took another big jump off21

the bar, and landed on a ledge high upinside the chimney, knocking down somesoot into the fender.Tom Kitten coughed and choked with thesmoke; he could hear the sticks beginningto crackle and burn in the fireplace downbelow. He made up his mind to climb rightto the top, and get out on the slates, andtry to catch sparrows."I cannot go back. If I slipped I mightfall in the fire and singe my beautiful tailand my little blue jacket."The chimney was a very big old-fashionedone. It was built in the days whenpeople burnt logs of wood upon the hearth.The chimney stack stood up above theroof like a little stone tower, and the daylightshone down from the top, under theslanting slates that kept out the rain.Tom Kitten was getting very frightened!He climbed up, and up, and up.Then he waded sideways through inchesof soot. He was like a little sweep himself.It was most confusing in the dark. Oneflue seemed to lead into another.There was less smoke, but Tom Kittenfelt quite lost.He scrambled up and up; but before hereached the chimney top he came to a placewhere somebody had loosened a stone inthe wall. There were some mutton boneslying about-"This seems funny," said Tom Kitten."Who has been gnawing bones up here inthe chimney? I wish I had never come!And what a funny smell! It is somethinglike mouse; only dreadfully strong. Itmakes me sneeze," said Tom Kitten.He squeezed through the hole in the wall,and dragged himself along a most uncomfortablytight passage where there wasscarcely any light.22

He groped his way carefully for severalyards; he was at the back of the skirtingboard in the attic, where there is a littlemark * in the picture.All at once he fell head over heels in thedark, down a hole, and landed on a heap ofvery dirty rags.When Tom Kitten picked himself up andlooked about him--he found himself in aplace that he had never seen before, althoughhe had lived all his life in the house.It was a very small stuffy fusty room,with boards, and rafters, and cobwebs, andlath and plaster.Opposite to him--as far away as he couldsit--was an enormous rat."What do you mean by tumbling intomy bed all covered with smuts?" said therat, chattering his teeth."Please sir, the chimney wants sweeping,"said poor Tom Kitten."Anna Maria! Anna Maria!" squeakedthe rat. There was a pattering noise andan old woman rat poked her head round arafter.All in a minute she rushed upon TomKitten, and before he knew what was happening-His coat was pulled off, and he was rolledup in a bundle, and tied with string in veryhard knots.Anna Maria did the tying. The old ratwatched her and took snuff. When she hadfinished, they both sat staring at him withtheir mouths open."Anna Maria," said the old man rat(whose name was Samuel Whiskers),-"Anna Maria, make me a kitten dumplingroly-poly pudding for my dinner.""It requires dough and a pat of butter,and a rolling-pin," said Anna Maria,considering Tom Kitten with her head on oneside.23

"No," said Samuel Whiskers, "make itproperly, Anna Maria, with breadcrumbs.""Nonsense! Butter and dough," repliedAnna Maria.The two rats consulted together for afew minutes and then went away.Samuel Whiskers got through a hole inthe wainscot, and went boldly down thefront staircase to the dairy to get thebutter. He did not meet anybody.He made a second journey for the rollingpin. He pushed it in front of him withhis paws, like a brewer's man trundling abarrel.He could hear Ribby and Tabitha talking,but they were busy lighting the candle tolook into the chest.They did not see him.Anna Maria went down by way of theskirting-board and a window shutter to thekitchen to steal the dough.She borrowed a small saucer, and scoopedup the dough with her paws.She did not observe Moppet.While Tom Kitten was left alone underthe floor of the attic, he wriggled about andtried to mew for help.But his mouth was full of soot and cobwebs, and he was tied up in such very tightknots, he could not make anybody hear him.Except a spider, which came out of acrack in the ceiling and examined the knotscritically, from a safe distance.It was a judge of knots because it had ahabit of tying up unfortunate blue-bottles.It did not offer to assist him.Tom Kitten wriggled and squirmed untilhe was quite exhausted.Presently the rats came back and set to24

work to make him into a dumpling. Firstthey smeared him with butter, and then theyrolled him in the dough."Will not the string be very indigestible,Anna Maria?" inquired Samuel Whiskers.Anna Maria said she thought that it wasof no consequence; but she wished that TomKitten would hold his head still, as itdisarranged the pastry. She laid hold of hisears.Tom Kitten bit and spat, and mewed andwriggled; and the rolling-pin went rolypoly, roly; roly, poly, roly. The rats eachheld an end."His tail is sticking out! You did notfetch enough dough, Anna Maria.""I fetched as much as I could carry,"replied Anna Maria."I do not think"--said Samuel Whiskers,pausing to take a look at Tom Kitten--"Ido NOT think it will be a good pudding. Itsmells sooty."Anna Maria was about to argue the point,when all at once there began to be othersounds up above--the rasping noise of asaw; and the noise of a little dog, scratchingand yelping!The rats dropped the rolling-pin, andlistened attentively."We are discovered and interrupted,Anna Maria; let us collect our property,-and other people's,--and depart at once.""I fear that we shall be obliged to leavethis pudding.""But I am persuaded that the knots wouldhave proved indigestible, whatever you mayurge to the contrary.""Come away at once and help me to tie upsome mutton bones in a counterpane," saidAnna Maria. "I have got half a smokedham hidden in the chimney."So it happened that by the time John25

Joiner had got the plank up--there was nobodyunder the floor except the rolling-pinand Tom Kitten in a very dirty dumpling!But there was a strong smell of rats; andJohn Joiner spent the rest of the morningsniffing and whining, and wagging his tail,and going round and round with his head inthe hole like a gimlet.Then he nailed the plank down again, andput his tools in his bag, and came downstairs.The cat family had quite recovered. Theyinvited him to stay to dinner.The dumpling had been peeled off TomKitten, and made separately into a bag pudding,with currants in it to hide the smuts.They had been obliged to put Tom Kitteninto a hot bath to get the butter off.John Joiner smelt the pudding; but heregretted that he had not time to stay todinner, because he had just finished makinga wheel-barrow for Miss Potter, and shehad ordered two hen-coops.And when I was going to the post late inthe afternoon--I looked up the lane fromthe corner, and I saw Mr. Samuel Whiskersand his wife on the run, with big bundleson a little wheel-barrow, which looked verylike mine.They were just turning in at the gate tothe barn of Farmer Potatoes.Samuel Whiskers was puffing and out ofbreath. Anna Maria was still arguing inshrill tones.She seemed to know her way, and sheseemed to have a quantity of luggage.I am sure I never gave her leave to borrowmy wheel-barrow!They went into the barn, and hauledtheir parcels with a bit of string to the topof the haymow.After that, there were no more rats fora long time at Tabitha Twitchit's.26

As for Farmer Potatoes, he has beendriven nearly distracted. There are rats,and rats, and rats in his barn! They eatup the chicken food, and steal the

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