said he. "But why don't you go back to the dear Old Briar-patch in the
Green Meadows?"

Peter hesitated and looked a wee bit foolish. Finally he told Tommy Tit
all about the two soft, gentle eyes he had seen peeping at him from
behind a big fern, and how he wanted to know who the eyes belonged to.

"If that's all you want to know, I can tell you," said Tommy Tit,
jumping out into the air to catch a foolish little bug who tried to fly
past. "Those eyes belong to little Miss Fuzzy-tail, and she's the
favorite daughter of Old Jed Thumper. You take my advice, Peter Rabbit,
and trot along home to the Old Briar-patch before you get into any more
trouble. There's my wife calling. Yes, my dear, I'm coming! Chickadee-
dee-dee!"

And with a wink and a nod to Peter Rabbit, off flew Tommy Tit.




CHAPTER XIII

LITTLE MISS FUZZYTAIL


Foolish questions waste time, but wise questions lead to knowledge.
Peter Rabbit.

"Little Miss Fuzzytail!" Peter said it over and over again, as he sat on
the sunning-bank in the far corner of the Old Pasture, where Tommy Tit