He looked poorly, and was dressed in a red cotton pocket-handkerchief. He came round the back of the fir-tree, and nearly tumbled upon the top of his Cousin Peter.
Little Benjamin did not very much want to see his Aunt. She also sold herbs, and rosemary tea, and rabbit-tobacco (which is what we call lavender). Rabbit was a widow she earned her living by knitting rabbit-wool mittens and muffatees (I once bought a pair at a bazaar). That wood was full of rabbit holes and in the neatest, sandiest hole of all lived Benjamin’s aunt and his cousins-Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
McGregor in her best bonnet.Īs soon as they had passed, little Benjamin Bunny slid down into the road, and set off-with a hop, skip, and a jump-to call upon his relations, who lived in the wood at the back of Mr. He pricked his ears and listened to the trit-trot, trit-trot of a pony.Ī gig was coming along the road it was driven by Mr. One morning a little rabbit sat on a bank.
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