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The Great Big Treasury of Beatrix Potter
by Beatrix Potter
CONTENTS
THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT
THE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTER
THE TALE OF SQUIRREL NUTKIN
THE TALE OF BENJAMIN BUNNY
THE TALE OF TWO BAD MICE
THE TALE OF MRS。 TIGGY…WINKLE
THE PIE AND THE PATTY…PAN
THE TALE OF MR。 JEREMY FISHER
THE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBIT
THE STORY OF MISS MOPPET
THE TALE OF TOM KITTEN
THE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE…DUCK
THE ROLY…POLY PUDDING
THE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIES
THE TALE OF MRS。 TITTLEMOUSE
THE TALE OF TIMMY TIPTOES
THE TALE OF MR。 TOD
THE TALE OF PIGLING BLAND
GINGER AND PICKLES
THE TALE OF
PETER RABBIT
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits； and their names were Flopsy； Mopsy； Cotton…tail； and Peter。
They lived with their Mother in a sand…bank； underneath the root of a very big fir…tree。
〃Now； my dears；〃 said old Mrs。 Rabbit one morning； 〃you may go into the fields or down the lane； but don't go into Mr。 McGregor's garden： your Father had an accident there； he was put in a pie by Mrs。 McGregor。〃
〃Now run along； and don't get into mischief。 I am going out。〃
Then old Mrs。 Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella； and went through the wood to the baker's。 She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns。
Flopsy； Mopsy； and Cotton…tail； who were good little bunnies； went down the lane to gather blackberries；
But Peter； who was very naughty； ran straight away to Mr。 McGregor's garden； and squeezed under the gate！
First he ate some lettuces and some French beans； and then he ate some radishes；
And then； feeling rather sick； he went to look for some parsley。
But round the end of a cucumber frame； whom should he meet but Mr。 McGregor！
Mr。 McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages； but he jumped up and ran after Peter； waving a rake and calling out； 〃Stop thief。〃
Peter was most dreadfully frightened； he rushed all over the garden； for he had forgotten the way back to the gate。
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages； and the other shoe amongst the potatoes。
After losing them； he ran on four legs and went faster； so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net； and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket。 It was a blue jacket with brass buttons； quite new。
Peter gave himself up for lost； and shed big tears； but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows； who flew to him in great excitement； and implored him to exert himself。
Mr。 McGregor came up with a sieve； which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter； but Peter wriggled out just in time； leaving his jacket behind him。
And rushed into the toolshed； and jumped into a can。 It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in； if it had not had so much water in it。
Mr。 McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed； perhaps hidden underneath a flower… pot。 He began to turn them over carefully； looking under each。
Presently Peter sneezed 〃Kertyschoo！〃 Mr。 McGregor was after him in no time；
And tried to put his foot upon Peter； who jumped out of a window； upsetting three plants。 The window was too small for Mr。 McGregor； and he was tired of running after Peter。 He went back to his work。
Peter sat down to rest； he was out of breath and trembling with fright； and he had not the least idea which way to go。 Also he was very damp with sitting in that can。
After a time he began to wander about； going lippitylippitynot very fast； and looking all around。
He found a door in a wall； but it was locked； and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath。
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep； carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood。 Peter asked her the way to the gate； but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer。 She only shook her head at him。 Peter began to cry。
Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden； but he became more and more puzzled。 Presently； he came to a pond where Mr。 McGregor filled his water…cans。 A white cat was staring at some goldfish； she sat very； very still； but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive。 Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her； he has heard about cats from his cousin； little Benjamin Bunny。
He went back towards the toolshed； but suddenly； quite close to him； he heard the noise of a hoescr… r…ritch； scratch； scratch； scritch。 Peter scuttered underneath the bushes。 But presently； as nothing happened； he came out； and climbed upon a wheelbarrow； and peeped over。 The first thing he saw was Mr。 McGregor hoeing onions。 His back was turned towards Peter； and beyond him was the gate！
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow； and started running as fast as he could go； along a straight walk behind some black…currant bushes。
Mr。 McGregor caught sight of him at the corner； but Peter did not care。 He slipped underneath the gate； and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden。
Mr。 McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare…crow to frighten the blackbirds。
Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir…tree。
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit…hole； and shut his eyes。 His mother was busy cooking； she wondered what he had done with his clothes。 It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight！
I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening。
His mother put him to bed； and made some camomile tea； and she gave a dose of it to Peter！
〃One table…spoonful to be taken at bed…time。〃
But Flopsy； Mopsy； and Cotton…tail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper。
THE TAILOR OF GLOUCESTER
〃I'll be at charges for a looking…glass； And entertain a score or two of tailors。〃 ＇Richard III＇
My Dear Freda：
Because you are fond of failytales； and have been ill； I have made you a story all for yourselfa new one that nobody has read before。
And the queerest thing about it isthat I heard it in Gloucestershire； and that it is trueat least about the tailor； the waistcoat； and the 〃No more twist！〃 _Christmas_
In the time of swords and peri wigs and full…skirted coats with flowered lappetswhen gentlemen wore ruffles； and gold…laced waistcoats of paduasoy and taffetathere lived a tailor in Gloucester。
He sat in the window of a little shop in Westgate Street； cross…legged on a table from morning till dark。
All day long while the light lasted he sewed and snippetted； piecing out his satin； and pompadour； and lutestring； stuffs had strange names； and were very expensive in the days of the Tailor of Gloucester。
But although he sewed fine silk for his neighbours； he himself was very； very poor。 He cut his coats without waste； according to his embroidered cloth； they were very small ends and snippets that lay about upon the table〃Too narrow breadths for noughtexcept waistcoats for mice；〃 said the tailor。
One bitter cold day near Christmastime the tailor began to make a coat （a coat of cherry… coloured corded silk embroidered with pansies and roses） and a cream… coloured satin waistcoat for the Mayor of Gloucester。
The tailor worked and worked； and he talked to himself： 〃No breadth at all； and cut on the cross； it is no breadth at all； tippets for mice and ribbons for mobs！ for mice！〃 said the Tailor of Gloucester。
When the snow…flakes came down against the small leaded window… panes and shut out the light； the tailor had done his day's work； all the silk and satin lay cut out upon the table。
There were twelve pieces for the coat and four pieces for the waistcoat； and there were pocket…flaps and cuffs and buttons； all in order。 For the lining of the coat there was fine yellow taffeta； and for the button… holes of the waistcoat there was cherry…coloured twist。 And everything was ready to sew together in the morning； all measured and sufficientexcept that there was wanting just one single skein of cherry…coloured twisted silk。
The tailor came out of his shop at dark。 No one lived there at nights but little brown mice； and THEY ran in and out without any keys！
For behind the wooden wainscots of all the old houses in Gloucester； there are little mouse staircases and secret trap…doors； and the mice run from house to house through those long； narrow passages。
But the tailor came out of his shop and shuffled home through the snow。 And although it was not a big house； the tailor was so poor he only rented the kitchen。
He lived alone with his cat； it was called Simpkin。
〃Miaw？〃 said the cat when the tailor opened the door； 〃miaw？〃
The tailor replied： 〃Simpkin； we shall make our fortune； but I am worn to a ravelling。 Take this groat （which is our last fourpence）； and； Simpkin； take a china pipkin； but a penn'orth of bread； a penn'orth of milk； and a penn'orth of sausages。 And oh； Simpkin； with the last penny of our fourpence but me one penn'orth of cherry…coloured silk。 But do not lose the last penny of the fourpence； Simpkin； or I am un