had no bringing up at all," she told
Jimmy. "I hope this is the last we'll see of him.... Come!" she said.
"Help me bring in some of the wood he sawed."
Well, Mrs. Rabbit was surprised when she found that the stranger had
sawed only one stick.
When Mr. Rabbit came home he took just one look at his broken saw.
And he was more than surprised. He was angry.
"Why," he said, "I do believe that good-for-nothing rascal broke my
saw on purpose, so he wouldn't have to work."
MAKING PETER WORK
Peter Mink waited several days before he knocked at Mrs. Rabbit's
door again. And when he did at last come back, he first made sure that
her husband was not at home. You see, Peter had heard that Mr. Rabbit
had told some of the forest-people that Peter had broken his saw, so he
wouldn't have to saw wood to pay for the food that Mrs. Rabbit gave
him.
When Mrs. Rabbit saw who it was that knocked, she came very near
shutting the door in Peter's face. But she couldn't help noticing again
how thin Peter was. And when he asked again for something to eat she
hadn't the heart to refuse him.
"You're not ill, are you?" she asked.
"Well--yes, I am!" said Peter Mink, boldly. He would actually rather
tell a lie than work. And he thought that if he said he was ill, Mrs.
Rabbit wouldn't expect him to do any work to pay for what she might
give him.
"You look to me as if you needed some cambric tea," Mrs. Rabbit said.
Now, if there was anything that Peter Mink disliked, it was cambric tea.
If she had said "chicken broth," he might have liked that.
"I've been very ill," he said. "But now the doctor tells me I must have
good, nourishing food--and plenty of it."
"Well, if you're well enough to eat, you're well enough to work," said
Mrs. Rabbit.
"Oh, certainly!" answered Peter.
Mrs. Rabbit went into the house then. And when she came out again
Peter Mink was surprised at what she brought. He had expected another
plateful of goodies. But instead of that, Mrs. Rabbit had an axe in her
hand.
"Here!" she said. "Take this out to the wood-pile--and use it! I want
you to split every stick of wood you can find. Then knock on the door
again and I'll bring you something to eat."
You ought to have seen Peter Mink scowl, as he walked away to the
wood-pile with the axe on his shoulder. It was a lesson to anybody,
never to frown!
"She needn't think she can make me work!" Peter said to himself. "I'll
just break her old axe--that's what I'll do!" And he swung the axe with
all his might at a stick of wood.
But the axe didn't break. And as for the stick, it fell in two pieces; for
Peter had split it perfectly.
He was so out of patience that he aimed a hard blow at another stick of
wood. Again, he didn't hurt the axe at all. And again he split the wood
exactly as Mrs. Rabbit wanted him to. But Peter never thought of that.
Peter Mink scowled even worse than ever. And he made up his mind
that he would break Mrs. Rabbit's axe if he had to use up the whole
wood-pile to do it.
Well, that is just what happened. Peter tried so hard to break the axe so
he wouldn't have to work, that before he knew it he had split all the
wood.
He was just about to look for a rock, then--on which to break the
axe--when he happened to think that there was no longer any sense in
trying to do that, because the work was all done!
[Illustration: PETER SPLIT THE STICK PERFECTLY!]
So he put the axe across his shoulder and went and knocked on Mrs.
Rabbit's door.
"Bring on your food!" he said, when Mrs. Rabbit appeared.
"Is the axe all right?" she asked. "It didn't break, did it?"
"No, indeed!" he said--"though I was rather expecting it would."
"Is the wood all split?" she inquired.
"Every stick of it!" answered Peter.
"Then bring it here, near the back door," Mrs. Rabbit told him. "That
will help pay for the saw you broke here last week."
"I'll do nothing of the kind!" said Peter Mink. And he was so angry that
he went back to the wood-pile and began throwing sticks of wood at
Mrs. Rabbit's house, trying to break a window. And before he knew it
he had thrown the whole wood-pile in almost the exact spot where Mrs.
Rabbit wanted it. And he hadn't broken a single window, either.
But Peter Mink
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