The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions.  His back was turned towards Peter and beyond him was the gate!

Peter got down very quietly off the wheel-barrow and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black currant bushes.  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.

Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds. [Illustration]

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Peter never stopped running or looked behind him

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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—­

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Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.

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