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    Chapter 5 - Page 2

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    going to take charge of all this money?"

    "I am!" said Peter Mink.

    But Mr. Rabbit said he didn't think that would be safe.

    "You have no home, you know," he told Peter. "And you can't very well carry the money about with you. I must have my hat back; and no doubt Mr. Woodchuck will want his, too."

    Mr. Woodchuck nodded his head. He certainly did want his hat. It was the best one he had.

    "I would suggest--" said Mr. Rabbit then--"I would suggest that I take one hatful home with me, and that Mr. Woodchuck take the other to his house. Then we'll each have our hats; and the money will be perfectly safe."

    "That's a good idea!" Peter Mink said. "The only trouble with it is that it won't do at all. For you and Mr. Woodchuck don't know the poor boy. So how could you ever give him the money?"

    Everybody said that was so.

    "This Peter Mink is certainly a bright young fellow," people told one another.

    Mr. Rabbit looked puzzled.

    "What do you suggest, then?" he asked Peter.

    Peter Mink smiled. He seemed pleased, for one reason or another.

    "This stump," he said, "is hollow. As you can all see, there's a small hole in it. We can put the money in there and nobody can get it out. It will be the same as in a bank."

    Mr. Rabbit looked at the hole in the stump.

    "I know I can't get through that hole," he said. "But what about you, young fellow?" he asked Peter.

    "Oh, I can't squeeze through such a small hole as this," said Peter. "See!" He pushed his nose part way through the hole. And there his head seemed to stick. He could have squirmed through if he had really tried. But nobody else seemed to know it.

    "But how is the poor boy ever going to get his money?" Mr. Rabbit inquired.

    "Oh, he's very slim," Peter Mink said. "He can get inside the stump. Don't you worry about him!"

    Everybody seemed satisfied. So they dropped the money through the hole.

    And then Mr. Rabbit said:

    "When are you going to bring the poor boy to get the money?"

    "To-morrow night would be a good time," Peter Mink said. "Would you all like to come here to-morrow night at this same hour?"

    And everybody said, "Yes!"
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