Arizona republican., 1921-08-19
Little Stories For Bedtime
 BY THORNTON w. BURGESS
LITTLE PETE FOLLOWS A SPOT
 OF WHITE
If do just as am told
 Why, then. my mother'll never scold.'

If I do just as I am told
 Why, then. my mother'll never scold."
 Little Pete said this over and over 'rS himself as he sat in the dark just at the edge of the old briar patch, looking and looking for a white spot to follow as it bobbed along the little paths that crossed and recrossed in every direction. You see. he had betn playing follow mammy's tail" . rlay-lesson all little Rabbits have to learn. The white spot for which he was looking was the tail of his mother, little Mrs. Peter Rabbit; all that he could see of her when she ran ahead of him in the dark. The trou ble with Little Pete was that he had not remembered that little verse soon enough.
 You see, Mrs. Peter had suddenly sat down and, of course, her tail had disappeared, for she was sitting on it. Little Pete and his brother and sis ters had at once sat down, too, as they had been taught to do. But. in- stead of watching for his mother to move again, Little Pete had turned his head to look out on the Green Meadows and while his head was turned Mrs. Peter had gone and so had Little Jed and Fuzzy and Wuzzy. But Little Pete didn't know this and so he waited and waited and grew anxious and more anxious and still ventured to signal softly and then louder. but got no reply, he felt so lonely he wanted to cry.
 He was trying to decide what he should do when he just happened to HI Q hn eI IT, Meadows. What was that? Surely it was white spot and it was nov ing. Could it be his mothers tail Little Pete rubbed his eyes and looked very, very hard It was a long way off and growing smaller all the time, by which Little Pete knew thatfit was moving away from him. The longer he looked the more sure he felt that it must be the tail of his mother.
 "Oh. dear, wish I knew! I wish I knew!" he sighed. "She didn't say anything about going out on the Green Meadows. Perhaps she was planning 1t for surprise. I do be- / lieve she was, and do so want to ga out there! It's funny I don't see the tails of Fuzzy and Wuzzy and Little Jed. but perhaps that is because the grass hides them. wish knew what to do., If I stay here I'll be per- fectly safe. but I'll get good scold- ing for not watching and so knowing just when mammy moved. If that is her out there. of course, the thing for me to do is to mind what she has said so often and follow her and dc just what she does. Then she need never know how nearly I lost her and l won't get a scolding."
 The white spot was growing smaller and smaller and Little Peter was still undecided what to do. He remembered how many, many times f1ne had been told not to put so much as his nose outside the old briar patch, because the Green Meadows were very, very unsafe for little rab-- bits. Then he thought of his sisters and brother and how they would brag and boast If they should find out that they had been out on tho Green Meadows with their mother and he hadn't
 They'll just tease me to death. he said to himself. T don't believ, there is any danger out there, any. way. If get out there and find tha that white spot isn't mammy's tai