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"One, two, three, four, five, six leetle fat rabbits!"
repeated Mr.McGregor, counting on his fingers--
"one, two, three--"
"Don't you be silly; what do you mean, you silly
old man?"
"In the sack! one, two, three, four, five, six!"
replied Mr. McGregor.
(The youngest Flopsy Bunny got upon the
window-sill.)
Mrs. McGregor took hold of the sack and felt it.
She said she could feel six, but they must be _old_
rabbits, because they were so hard and all
different shapes.
"Not fit to eat; but the skins will do fine to line my
old cloak."
"Line your old cloak?" shouted Mr. McGregor--"I
shall sell them and buy myself baccy!"
"Rabbit tobacco! I shall skin them and cut off their
heads."
