Peter," she replied. "There are several other members. You ought
to know that. But then, I suppose you don't because you never
have traveled. It is surprising how little some folks know about
the very things they ought to know most about."

Peter looked very humble and as if he felt a little bit foolish.
"Is--is--is it true that way down in the Sunny South I have a
cousin who loves to spend his time in the water?" stammered Peter.

"It certainly is, Peter," replied Old Mother Nature. "He is called
the Marsh Rabbit, and he is more nearly your size, and looks more
like you, than any of your other cousins."

Peter gulped as if he were swallowing something that went down
hard. "That is what Jenny Wren said, but I didn't believe her,"
replied Peter meekly. "She said she had often watched him
swimming about like Jerry Muskrat."

Old Mother Nature nodded. "Quite true. Quite true," said she.
"He is quite as much at home in the water as on land, if anything
a little more so. He is one member the family who takes to the
water, and he certainly does love it. Is there anything else you
want to know, Peter?"

Peter shifted about uneasily and hesitated. "What is it, Peter?"
asked Old Mother Nature kindly. "There is nothing in the Great
World equal to knowledge, and if I can add to your store of it I
will be very glad to."

Peter took heart. "If--if you please, Mother Nature, I would like