Pasture, but he didn't say anything. If Mrs. Peter wanted to name this
one Little Jed, he wouldn't say a word. Aloud he said:

"I think, my dear, that this one looks just as you must have looked when
you were little, and so we'll call her Fuzzy. And her sister we'll call
Wuzzy," continued Peter. "Was ever there such a splendid nursery for
baby Rabbits?"

"I don't believe there ever was, Peter. It's better than my old nursery
in the Old Pasture," replied little Mrs. Peter, as with a sigh of
perfect happiness she stretched out beside their four babies.

And Peter softly tiptoed away to the nearest sweet-clover patch with his
heart almost bursting with pride.

Of the doings of Peter and Mrs. Peter Rabbit and their four children
there are many more stories, so many that one book will not hold all of
them. Besides, Bowser the Hound insists that I must write a book about
him, and I have promised to do it right away. So the next book will be
Bowser the Hound.