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Show BEDTIME THOTON W. i 1 A ' ' BURStSS k-'-rr- -v j PETER RABBIT TRIES TO DO THE RIGHT THING DETER RABBIT learned a long time ago that when he had done a mean or unkind thing he never could feel right in his own mind until he had admitted the wrong and said he was sorry. It was hard to do this sometimes, but afterward he always felt so much better that he often wondered why everybody didn't do the same way. You see Peter is alone a great deal, particularly particu-larly when he is at home in the dear Old Briar Patch, and when he is alone somehow that little small voice down inside that seems always trying to have him do right will keep talking in spite of all he can do if he has been getting into mischief. mis-chief. Ever since he had spied on Chatterer Chat-terer the Red Squirrel to And out where Chatterer's new house was that small voice had given Peter no rest at all. "The sooner It's over the better," thought Peter as he ate a hasty breakfast. Then he started as fast as he could go, lipperty, lipperty, lip, for the old stone wall on the edge of the Old Orchard where Chatterer Chat-terer had found a new home.- As he drew near he heard voices. Peter stopped to listen. While it isn't at "Guess I'll hurry and find out what it is so I can laugh, too," thought Peter. all polite or nice to listen to what other people are saying when they don't know that you are around it is . very, very necessary for the little people of the Green Forest and Green Meadows to know who is about, so whenever they hear voices they always stop to listen and make sure who the voices belong to. So Peter stopped and listened. They were the voices of Chatterer and Tommy Tit-the Chickadee. Peter smiled and hurried on. There was nothing to be feared from either, and he wanted to get his unpleasant errand finished. As he drew nearer he heard Chatterer laughing fit to kill himself. "Ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho!" shouted shout-ed Chatterer. "He, he, dee, dee, dee!" laughed Tommy Tit "Must be a great joke; guess I'll hurry and find out what it is, so I can laugh, too," thought Peter, but just that very minute he heard something that made him stop short. It was his own name. "And doesn't Peter know now?" asked Tommy Tit between chuckles. "No," replied Chatterer, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, "he hasn't any more idea where my new house is than the man in the moon. He thinks he knows, but bless his heart he hasn't any more idea than you have where it is." "But I have more than an idea I know where it is," replied Tommy Tit. Chatterer stopped laughing. "What's that?" he cried sharply. "I said that I know," replied Tommy Tom-my Tit and laughed harder than ever. "Dee, dee, dee! You can't fool me, Chatterer! I'm not Peter Rabbit and you can't fool me! Dee, dee, dee, chickadee!" "How do you know?" demanded Chatterer. "Because I peeped in and saw you in bed before you were awake this morning," replied Tommy Tit "Of course, I wouldn't have peeped in if I had known that you had decided de-cided to make your home there, and now that I do know I won't be so impolite again." ' Chatterer edged a little nearer to Tommy. "Say," he begged, "promise "prom-ise me that you won't give my secret away. Be a good fellow and promise not to tell any one where . my new house is." "Of course I'll promise," replied Tommy promptly. "I never meddle in other people's affairs." With that and a farewell "dee, dee," Tommy flew over to the middle of the Old Orchard. Peter Rabbit sat right where he was. He had come up there to try to do the right thing, and now he didn't know just what to do. |