Peter hears a hoe scraping nearby and quickly hides under the bushes. When nothing seems to happen, he cautiously climbs onto a wheelbarrow to peek. He sees Mr. McGregor hoeing onions with his back turned—between Mr. McGregor and Peter is the garden gate.

Peter quietly climbed down from the wheelbarrow and ran as fast as he could along a path behind some bushes. Mr. McGregor saw him, but Peter didn’t stop—he slipped under the gate and finally made it safely into the woods.

MR. McGREGOR hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

Peter ran all the way home without stopping or looking back. Exhausted, he collapsed on the soft sand in the rabbit-hole and closed his eyes. His mother, busy cooking, noticed he had lost his clothes again—it was the second set he’d lost in just two weeks!

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 Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.