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Peter hid his dandelions, and accompanied the afflicted parent, who
was all of a twitter. They crossed several fields and began to climb
the hill; the tracks of Tommy Brock were plainly to be seen. He
seemed to have put down the sack every dozen yards, to rest.
"He must be very puffed; we are close behind him, by the scent. What a nasty person!" said Peter.
The sunshine was still warm and slanting on the hill pastures. Half way up, Cottontail was sitting in her doorway, with four or five half-grown little rabbits playing about her; one black and the others
brown.