The Tale of Peter Mink | Page 5

their pocket-books into their hats.
"What's his name? What's the poor boy's name?" a hoarse voice called.
It was Mr. Crow who asked the question.
"That," said Peter Mink, "is something I do not care to tell to
everybody."
And many people clapped their hands. They were beginning to have a
better opinion of Peter Mink.
But old Mr. Crow only laughed loudly from his perch in the tree.
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PASSING THE HAT
After giving all they happened to have in their pocket-books, Mr.
Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck began to pass their hats to take up the
collection for the poor boy that Peter Mink had been telling them about.
And all the people who had come to hear Peter's lecture began to dig
down into their pockets.
"That's right!" Peter cried. "Give what you can! Of course, I don't

expect the poor people to give as much as the rich."
That made everybody decide that he would give all he had with him.
And many people wished they had brought more. Besides, no one
wanted to be thought stingy, like Uncle Jerry Chuck, who had hurried
away as soon as he suspected that there was going to be a collection.
When Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Woodchuck had passed their hats to every
person present, their hats were filled to the brim. And they marched
proudly up to the stump where Peter Mink still stood.
Peter jumped down to the ground.
"Keep your seats, everybody!" he called. "The next thing to be done is
to count this money. And I will do that myself." So Peter picked up the
two hats and started away.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Rabbit asked him.
"Just a little way into the woods," said Peter. "It's so noisy here, with all
this talking, that I might make a mistake."
"We'll go with you and help you," Mr. Rabbit told him.
"Oh, you don't need to do that," said Peter Mink.
But Mr. Rabbit insisted.
"One of those hats is mine," he remarked. "And wherever it goes, I go,
too," And he beckoned to Mr. Woodchuck to follow.
Well, Peter Mink didn't like that very well. You see, he had planned to
go into the woods alone with the money. And nobody likes to have his
plans upset. But there was nothing he could say. So they all three went
into a thicket of elderberry bushes and counted the money.
"I thought there was more," Peter said. "Maybe we dropped some of the
money. You and Mr. Woodchuck had better go back and see if you can
find any," he told Mr. Rabbit.

But Mr. Rabbit said that they could just as well all go back together and
search along the ground as they went.
"All right!" said Peter Mink. "Well leave these hatfuls right here for a
while."
But Mr. Rabbit said he didn't think that would be a safe thing to do. So
he picked up one hatful, and told Mr. Woodchuck to carry the other.
Peter Mink didn't like that at all. But there was nothing he could say. So
they all went back together to the place where the rest of the people
were still waiting. And they found no more money, either.
Mr. Rabbit jumped up on the stump where Peter had stood and talked.
"The question is," he said, "who is going to take charge of all this
money?"
"I am!" said Peter Mink.
But Mr. Rabbit said he didn't think that would be safe.
"You have no home, you know," he told Peter. "And you can't very
well carry the money about with you. I must have my hat back; and no
doubt Mr. Woodchuck will want his, too."
Mr. Woodchuck nodded his head. He certainly did want his hat. It was
the best one he had.
"I would suggest--" said Mr. Rabbit then--"I would suggest that I take
one hatful home with me, and that Mr. Woodchuck take the other to his
house. Then we'll each have our hats; and the money will be perfectly
safe."
"That's a good idea!" Peter Mink said. "The only trouble with it is that
it won't do at all. For you and Mr. Woodchuck don't know the poor boy.
So how could you ever give him the money?"
Everybody said that was so.

"This Peter Mink is certainly a bright young fellow," people told one
another.
Mr. Rabbit looked puzzled.
"What do you suggest, then?" he asked Peter.
Peter Mink smiled. He seemed pleased, for one reason or another.
"This stump," he said, "is hollow. As you can all see, there's a small
hole in it. We can put the money in there and nobody can get it out. It
will be the same as in a bank."
Mr. Rabbit looked at the