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.)

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."

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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."

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