regretted that he had not time to stay to
dinner, because he had just finished making
a wheel-barrow for Miss Potter, and she
had ordered two hen-coops.


And when I was going to the post late in
the afternoon--I looked up the lane from
the corner, and I saw Mr. Samuel Whiskers
and his wife on the run, with big bundles
on a little wheel-barrow, which looked very
like mine.

They were just turning in at the gate to
the barn of Farmer Potatoes.

Samuel Whiskers was puffing and out of
breath. Anna Maria was still arguing in
shrill tones.

She seemed to know her way, and she
seemed to have a quantity of luggage.

I am sure _I_ never gave her leave to borrow
my wheel-barrow!


They went into the barn, and hauled
their parcels with a bit of string to the top
of the haymow.