"In the sack! one, two, three,
four, five, six!" replied Mr.
McGregor.

(The youngest Flopsy Bunny
got upon the window-sill.)

MRS. McGREGOR took
hold of the sack and felt
it. She said she could feel
six, but they must be OLD
rabbits, because they were so
hard and all different shapes.

"Not fit to eat; but the
skins will do fine to line my
old cloak."

"Line your old cloak?"
shouted Mr. McGregor--"I
shall sell them and buy myself
baccy!"

"Rabbit tobacco! I shall
skin them and cut off their
heads."

MRS. McGREGOR untied
the sack and put her