"Peter," said little Benjamin, in a whisper, "who has
got your clothes?"
Peter replied, "The scarecrow in Mr. McGregor's
garden," and described how he had been chased
about the garden, and had dropped his shoes and
Little Benjamin sat down beside his cousin and
assured him that Mr. McGregor had gone out in a gig,
and Mrs. McGregor also; and certainly for the day,
because she was wearing her best bonnet.