Peter Was Not Very Well

Once Upon A Time There Were Four Little Rabbits, And Their Names Were--flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, And Peter.

What Heaven Can Be More Real Than To Retain The Spirit-world Of Childhood?

Thank God I Have The Seeing Eye, That Is To Say, As I Lie In Bed I Can Walk Step By Step On The Fells And Rough Land Seeing Every Stone And Flower And Patch Of Bog And Cotton Pass Where My Old Legs Will Never Take Me Again.

The Place Is Changed Now, And Many Familiar Faces Are Gone, But The Greatest Change Is Myself. I Was A Child Then, I Had No Idea What The World Would Be Like. I Wished To Trust Myself On The Waters And The Sea. Everything Was Romantic In My Imagination. The Woods Were Peopled By The Mysterious Good Folk. The Lords And Ladies Of The Last Century Walked With Me Along The Overgrown Paths, And Picked The Old Fashioned Flowers Among The Box And Rose Hedges Of The Garden.

Peter Was Not Very Well During The Evening. His Mother Put Him To Bed, And Made Some Chamomile Tea: "one Table-spoonful To Be Taken At Bedtime.