"Oh, you dear old stupid!" replied little Mrs. Peter. "Now, you listen to me. You did Old Man Coyote a good turn and he paid you back by doing you a good turn. That made you even, didn"t it?"
Peter nodded.
"Well, then you are right back where you started from, and Old Man Coyote doesn"t see any reason why he should treat you any differently than at first, and I don"t see why he should either, when I come to think it over. I tell you what, Peter, the thing for you to do is to keep doing good turns to Old Man Coyote so that he will always be in debt to you. Then he will always be your friend."
As little Mrs. Peter stopped speaking, Peter sprang to his feet. "The very thing!" he cried. "It"s sort of a Golden Rule, and I do believe it will work."
"Of course it will," replied little Mrs. Peter.
CHAPTER XXVII
MISTAH MOCKER PLAYS A JOKE ON MRS. PETER
This little point remember, please-- There"s little gained by those who tease.
Peter Rabbit.
Mistah Mocker the Mockingbird had been very late in coming up to the Green Meadows from way down South. The truth is, he had almost decided not to come. You see, he loves the sunny south-land so much, and all who live there love him so much, that if it hadn"t been for Unc" Billy Possum and Ol" Mistah Buzzard he never, never would have thought of leaving, even for a little while. Unc" Billy and Ol" Mistah Buzzard are particular friends of his, very particular friends, and he felt that he just had to come up for a little visit.
Now Mistah Mocker reached the Green Meadows just after Peter Rabbit had brought little Mrs. Peter down from the Old Pasture to live with him in the dear Old Briar-patch. He knew that little Mrs. Peter didn"t know anything about him, for he never had visited the Old Pasture where she had spent her life. But he knew all the bird people who do live there, for he had met them in the sunny southland, where they spent the winter.
"I believe I"ll go pay my respects to Mrs. Peter," said Mistah Mocker one day, winking at Ol" Mistah Buzzard. Ol" Mistah Buzzard chuckled and winked back.
"Ah cert"nly hopes yo"all will behave yo"self right proper and not forget that yo" is a member of one of the oldest families in the Souf,"
said he.
Mistah Mocker looked quite solemn as he promised to behave himself, but there was a twinkle in his eyes as he flew toward the Old Briar-patch.
There he hid in a thick tangle of vines. Now it happened that Peter Rabbit had gone over to the sweet-clover patch, and little Mrs. Peter was quite alone. Somehow she got to thinking of her old home, and for the first time she began to feel just a wee, wee bit homesick. It was just then that she heard a familiar voice. Little Mrs. Peter p.r.i.c.ked up her ears and smiled happily.
"That"s the voice of Tommy t.i.t the Chickadee, and it must be that his wife is with him, for I hear him calling "Phoebe! Phoebe!" How lovely of them to come down to see me so soon."
Just then she heard another voice, a deep, beautiful, ringing voice, a voice that she loved. It was the voice of Veery the Thrush. "Oh!" cried little Mrs. Peter, and then held her breath so as not to miss one note of the beautiful song. Hardly had the song ended when she heard the familiar voice of Redeye the Vireo. Little Mrs. Peter clapped her hands happily. "It must be a surprise party by my old friends and neighbors of the Old Pasture!" she cried. "How good of them to come way down here, and how glad I shall be to see them!"
With that little Mrs. Peter hurried over to the tangle of vines from which all the voices seemed to come and eagerly peered this way and that way for a sight of her friends. But all she saw was a stranger wearing a very sober-colored suit. He was very polite and told her that he was an old friend of Peter Rabbit.
"If you are a friend of Peter, then you are a friend of mine." said little Mrs. Peter very prettily. "Have you seen anybody in this tangle of vines since you arrived? I am sure some friends of mine are here, but I haven"t been able to find them."
"No," said the stranger, who was, of course, Mistah Mocker the Mockingbird. "I haven"t seen any one here, and I don"t think there has been any one here but myself."
"Oh, yes, indeed there has!" cried little Mrs. Peter. "I heard their voices, and I couldn"t possibly be mistaken in those, especially the beautiful voice of Veery the Thrush, I--I would like very much to find them."
Mistah Mocker had the grace to look ashamed of himself when saw how disappointed little Mrs. Peter was. Very softly he began to sing the song of Veery the Thrush.
Little Mrs. Peter looked up quickly. "There it is!" she cried.
"There"--she stopped with her mouth gaping wide open. She suddenly realized that it was Mistah Mocker who was singing.
"I--I"m very sorry," he stammered. "I did it just for a joke and not to make you feel bad. Will you forgive me?"
"Yes," replied little Mrs. Peter, "if you will come here often at shadow-time and sing to me." And Mistah Mocker promised that he would.
CHAPTER XXVIII
NEWS FROM THE OLD BRIAR-PATCH
To use your eyes is very wise And much to be commended; But never see what cannot be For such as you intended.
Peter Rabbit.
Jenny Wren is a busybody. Yes, Sir, she certainly is a busybody. If there is anything going on in her neighborhood that she doesn"t know about, it isn"t because she doesn"t try to find out. She is so small and spry that it is hard work to keep track of her, and she pops out at the most unexpected times and places. Then, before you can say a word, she is gone.
And in all the Old Orchard or on the Green Meadows there is not to be found another tongue so busy as that of Jenny Wren. It is sharp sometimes, but when she wants it to be so there is none smoother. You see she is a great gossip, is Jenny Wren, a great gossip. But if you get on the right side of Jenny Wren and ask her to keep a secret, she"ll do it. No one knows how to keep a secret better than she does.
How it happened n.o.body knows, but it did happen that when Peter Rabbit came home to the clear Old Briar-patch, bringing Mrs. Peter with him, Jenny Wren didn"t hear about it. Probably it was because the new home which she had just completed was so carefully hidden that the messengers sent by Peter to invite all his friends to call didn"t find it, and afterward she was so busy with household affairs that she didn"t have time to gossip. Anyway, Peter had been back some time before Jenny Wren knew it. She was quite upset to think that she was the last to hear the news, but she consoled herself with the thought that she had been attending strictly to her duties, and now that her children were able to look out for themselves she could make up for lost time.
Just as soon as she could get away, she started for the Old Briar-patch.
She wanted to hear all about Peter"s adventures in the Old Pasture and to meet Mrs. Peter. But like a great many other busybodies, she wanted to find out all she could about Peter"s affairs, and she thought that the surest way to do it was not to let Peter know that she was about until she had had a chance to use her sharp little eyes all she wanted to. So when she reached the Old Briar-patch, she didn"t make a sound.
It didn"t take her long to find Peter. He was sitting under one of his favorite bramble-bushes smiling to himself. He smiled and smiled until Jenny Wren had to bite her tongue to keep from asking what was pleasing him so.
[Ill.u.s.tration with caption: "THE QUICKEST WAY FOR ME TO KNOW IS FOR YOU TO TELL ME," REPLIED JIMMY.]
"He looks tickled almost to death over something, but very likely if I should ask him what it is he wouldn"t tell me," thought Jenny Wren. "I guess I"ll look around a bit first. I wonder where Mrs. Peter is."
So leaving Peter to smile to his heart"s content, she went peeking and peering through the Old Briar-patch. Of course it wasn"t a nice thing to do, not a bit nice. But Jenny Wren didn"t stop to think of that. By and by she saw something that made her flutter all over with excitement. She looked and looked until she could sit still no longer. Then she hurried back to where Peter was sitting. He was still smiling.
"Oh, Peter Rabbit, it"s perfectly lovely!" she cried.
Peter looked up quickly, and a worried look chased the smile away.
"h.e.l.lo, Jenny Wren! Where did you come from? I haven"t seen you since I got back," said he.
"I"ve been so busy that I haven"t had time to call before," replied Jenny. "I know what you"ve been smiling about, Peter, and it"s perfectly splendid. Has everybody heard the news?"
"No," said Peter, "n.o.body knows it but you, and I don"t want anybody else to know it just yet. Will you keep it a secret, Jenny Wren?"
Now Jenny was just bursting with desire to spread the news, but Peter looked so anxious that finally she promised that she would keep it to herself, and she really meant to. But though Peter looked greatly relieved as he watched her start for home, he didn"t smile as he had before. "I wish her tongue didn"t wag so much," said he.
CHAPTER XXIX
JIMMY SKUNK VISITS PETER RABBIT