ain
how thin Peter was. And when he asked again for something to eat she
hadn't the heart to refuse him.

"You're not ill, are you?" she asked.

"Well--yes, I am!" said Peter Mink, boldly. He would actually rather
tell a lie than work. And he thought that if he said he was ill, Mrs.
Rabbit wouldn't expect him to do any work to pay for what she might give
him.

"You look to me as if you needed some cambric tea," Mrs. Rabbit said.

Now, if there was anything that Peter Mink disliked, it was cambric tea.
If she had said "chicken broth," he might have liked that.

"I've been very ill," he said. "But now the doctor tells me I must have
good, nourishing food--and plenty of it."

"Well, if you're well enough to eat, you're well enough to work," said
Mrs. Rabbit.

"Oh, certainly!" answered Peter.

Mrs. Rabbit went into the house then. And when she came out again Peter
Mink was surprised at what she brought. He had expected another plateful
of goodies. But instead of that, Mrs. Rabbit had an axe in her hand.

"Here!" she said. "Take this out to the wood-pile--and use it! I want
you to split every stick of wood you can find. Then knock on the door
again and I'll bring you something to eat."

You ought to have seen Peter Mink scowl, as he walked away to the
wood-pile with the axe on his shoulder. It was a lesson to anybody,
never to frown!

"She needn't think she can make _me_ work!" Peter said to himself. "I'll
just break her old axe--that's what I'll do!" And he swung the axe with
all his might at a stick of wood.

But the axe didn't break. And as for the stick, it fell in two pieces;
for Peter had split it perfectly.

He was so out of patience that he aimed a hard blow at another stick of
wood. Again, he didn't hurt the axe at all. And again he split the wood
exactly as Mrs. Rabbit wanted him to. But Peter never thought of that.

Peter Mink scowled even worse than ever. And he made up his mind that he
would break Mrs. Rabbit's axe if he had to use up the whole wood-pile to
do it.

Well, that is just what happened. Peter tried so hard to break the axe
so he wouldn't have to work, that before he knew it he had split all the
wood.

He was just about to look for a rock, then--on which to break the
axe--when he happened to think that there was no longer any sense in
trying to do that, because the work was all done!

[Illustration: PETER SPLIT THE STICK PERFECTLY!]

So he put the axe across his shoulder and we