father to get lettuces for their Sunday
dinner.

(The name of little Benjamin's papa
was old Mr. Benjamin Bunny.)

The lettuces certainly were very
fine.

Peter did not eat anything; he said
he should like to go home. Presently
he dropped half the onions.

Little Benjamin said that it was not
possible to get back up the pear-tree
with a load of vegetables. He led the
way boldly towards the other end of
the garden. They went along a little
walk on planks, under a sunny, red
brick wall.


The mice sat on their doorsteps
cracking cherry-stones; they winked
at Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin
Bunny.

Presently Peter let the pocket-
handkerchief go again.