want to see his Aunt.

He came round the back of the fir-
tree, and nearly tumbled upon the top
of his Cousin Peter.

Peter was sitting by himself. He
looked poorly, and was dressed in a
red cotton pocket-handkerchief.

"Peter," said little Benjamin, in a
whisper, "who has got your clothes?"

Peter replied, "The scarecrow in Mr.
McGregor's garden," and described
how he had been chased about the
garden, and had dropped his shoes
and coat.

Little Benjamin sat down beside his
cousin and assured him that Mr.
McGregor had gone out in a gig, and
Mrs. McGregor also; and certainly for
the day, because she was wearing her
best bonnet.


Peter said he hoped that it would
rain.