HE ran without noticing in
what direction for some
time. Then, beginning to
feel tired, he slackened his
speed, and finally stopped quite still
and looked about him. A second
glance showed him a great field of
turnips only a few yards ahead of
him.

He was beginning to feel very
hungry. So in another moment he
was busily at work rooting up

ON this he feasted
until he could eat
no more. Unwilling to
leave such a tempting meal,
he finally dug up a second
fine plump turnip and carried
it away, slung over his
shoulder. He thought it
might taste good for luncheon.

A robin red-breast flew across
his path and wished him
a cheery good-morning,
Peter gaily stopped for a few moments of chatter.

Already he felt a
little lonely and looked
after the robin rather
wistfully as it flew over
the bushes.