t been invited to the garden-party. But that made no
difference to him. Before anyone knew what was happening he marched
straight up to Tommy Fox and bit him on the nose.

Then there followed such an uproar as had never before been seen in
Farmer Green's garden. Tommy Fox and Peter Mink rolled over and over
upon the ground. And for a long time nobody could tell one from the
other.

But after a while that squirming heap of tails and legs began to turn
more slowly, until at last it stopped altogether.

Peter Mink was a sad sight. He had been ragged enough, before the
fight. But now he looked ten times worse. And one of his eyes was
closed. And he had lost his hat, and one shoe.

Everyone was glad that the trouble was over. And everyone was glad that
Tommy Fox had won.

And to everybody's surprise, the gladdest of all was Slim Mink, Peter's
cousin.

"Hurrah!" he cried. (The others had been too polite to say anything.)

"What makes you shout that?" Peter asked Slim as he crawled away.

"Why," his cousin answered, "Tommy Fox hurt you, instead of your hurting
him. And now you won't have to go to the Reform School."

But for once Peter Mink thought there might be worse places than that.
He thought that maybe a real bed would feel pretty comfortable, just
then.

HELPING JIMMY RABBIT

Peter Mink was feeling even more peevish than usual. And this was the
reason: Jimmy Rabbit had a new sled.

Now, Peter had never owned a sled; and it made him envious to see what a
good time Jimmy was having, coasting down the side of Blue Mountain.

There was only one thing that Jimmy Rabbit did not like about his sled.
It went so fast that he always fell off long before he reached the end
of the slide.

"I can fix that," Peter Mink told him. "You go home and borrow your
father's hammer and a few nails, and I'll show you how you can coast
'way down into Pleasant Valley without once tumbling off."

Jimmy thanked him. And he hurried home at once. He dragged his new sled
after him, too; for he was afraid that if he left it behind he might not
be able to find Peter Mink--or the sled, either--when he came back
again.

But Peter did not seem to care. Perhaps he had something on his mind.
Anyhow, when Jimmy Rabbit returned with the hammer and nails, Peter Mink
was waiting patiently for him.

"Now, then," said Peter, as he took the nails and the hammer, "you sit
on the sled, Jimmy, and I'll fix you up in no time."

So Jimmy