Mother West Wind When" Stories"

omes to the dear Old Briar-patch and walks along Peter's private little paths. However, that isn't often. But up in the bramble tangle on the edge of the Green Forest th

tance, retire and sleep all through the cold weather. Peter cannot understand what they do it for, but they do. So Peter has very few to gossip with after Jack Frost arrives. But he can always count on Mrs. Grouse. No matter how

t time he noticed those prints in the snow, he actually didn't know who had made them. You know how very, very curious Peter is. He followed those queer footprints, and when he found that they led right straight into the bramble

have something on your mind," said a vo

he had cut there. "Good morning, Mrs. Grouse," he replied. "I have got something on my mind. I have been f

of great surprise. "I made those wit

shoes?" asked Peter, looki

tom of each was covered for its whole length with queer-looking, horny little points that prevented the foot from sinking way down in the sn

How perfectly splendid!

been in the family a great many years. They were given to my

" begged Peter, who had not had a story since

n't much to tell," she began, "but all the same our family always has been rath

ther Frog tells about, when the wo

ssy. When he couldn't get what he wanted, he took what he could get and was thankful. When he couldn't find grasshoppers or crickets or bugs of any kind, or chestnuts or beechnuts or berries that he liked, he ate such berries as he could find, whether he liked them or no

p at all. Of course he spent as much time as possible up in the trees, but when he wanted to get low-hanging berries on the bushes, the kind that stay on all winter, you know, he just had to stand on the ground and reach up for them. Then, too, his feet

could, but it was dreadfully tiresome. He couldn't take more than a few steps without stopping to rest. And this wasn't all; the

didn't sink in like those with small, slim feet. For the first time in his life he began to wish that Old Mother Nature had made him different. He wished that he had broad feet. Yes, Sir, he wished just that. Then a thought popp

s the thing to do is to stop worrying about the things I haven't got and make the most of th

d and a little ashamed-ashamed that he should even seem to be dissatisfied. At first he tried to pretend that everything really was all right, but after a little urging he told Old Mother Nature all about his troubles since the coming of the snow. She listened

nstead of sinking way down into the snow, he sank hardly at all. He could get about with the greatest

errupted Peter Rabbit, danci

hem away, because he no longer had need of them; but when the next winter came, she returned them to him. She called them the reward of pat

Rabbit. "Isn't it splendid how Old Mother Na

Old Briar-patch to tell little Mrs. Pet