basket, because it was quite dark, and
because the smell of onions was
fearful; it made Peter Rabbit and little
Benjamin cry.

The sun got round behind the
wood, and it was quite late in the
afternoon; but still the cat sat upon
the basket.

At length there was a pitter-patter,
pitter-patter, and some bits of mortar
fell from the wall above.

The cat looked up and saw old Mr.
Benjamin Bunny prancing along the
top of the wall of the upper terrace.

He was smoking a pipe of rabbit-
tobacco, and had a little switch in his
hand.

He was looking for his son.


Old Mr. Bunny had no opinion
whatever of cats. He took a
tremendous jump off the top of the
wall on to the top of the cat, and
cuffed it off the basket, and kicked it