Evening star., 1943-04-14
Bedtime Stories
BY Fronk Willard
BY Will Eisner
By THORNTON w. BURGESS

Peter Rabbit knew very we'll that
Winsome Bluebird could not keep
away from his new home very long
at a time, so Peter chuckled to him
self as he hid where he could
watch the trees nearest the edge of
the Old Orchard. He thought him
self very clever and smart. All he
had to do was to keep hidden until
Winsome Bluebird should come to
visit his new home then he, Peter,
could watch and find out exactly
where it was.
AS Peter looked over the old apple
trees in front of him he saw q
number of holes, and he wondered
which of them was the doorway to
Wlnsome's new home. He waited
and waited, but still Winsome did
not come Could it be that he SuS-
pected Peter of hiding there? Every
little while he heard the soft, beau-
tiful whistle of Winsome and by
this he knew that WinSome was
not far away. Twice he crept out
of his hiding place to a place where
he could see the fence on a post
of which he left Winsome sitting
He was still there. In fact, he
looked for all the world as if he
were quite content to stay there.
The second time Peter looked Mrs.
Winsome was sitting on the next
post and they were calling back and
forth to each other little love mes
sages in the happiest way.
Peter smiled as he listened to
them. Then, suddenly, he frowned.
How did Mrs. Winsome Mapped to be
out there on that fence post?
Where had she come from? How
could she have got there without
being seen by Peter, OF course, she
had come from that new home.
Peter didn't have a shadow of a
doubt about that. But how had
she managed to slip out and fly over
there without being seen by him?
He was sure that he hadn't failed
to keep watch a single second. He
scratched his long left ear with his
long, right hind foot, but that
didn't help him any Then he
scratched his long, right ear with
his long, left hind foot, but that
didn't help him any either.
Il know what I'll do," said he,
after a while. Il wonder I didn't
think of it before. I'll hide right
here behind this old stone wall and
Ill keep my eyes on Winsome and
Mrs. Winsome. Then when one of
them flies home I can see where he
goes"
So Peter hid behind the stone wall
and peeped between the stones at
Winsome and Mrs. Winsome. It
wasn't nice of Peter. not a bit nice.
First one and then the other would
fly down On the ground to look for
something to eat. Sometimes both
would 60 down together. Pres
emily. while Mrs. Winsome was sit
ting on top of a post. Winsome flew
along to the next post but one. He
started quite as if he intended to
make a longer flight than that, and
Peter watched him eagerly. You
see, he thought it might be that
Winsome was starting for that hid
den home
When he found that Winsome
had merely flown to another post
anc evidently intended to go no
farther, Peter sighed regretfully and
turned to look at Mrs, Winsome
Now Peter had had his head turned
only few seconds. just long
enough for Winsome to fly to the
next post but one to where Mrs.
Winsome was sitting, yet when Peter
looked for her she had disappeared.
Yes. sir, she had disappeared Peter
could see nothing whatever of Mrs.
Winsome. She was nowhere on the
ground. She wasn't to be seen in
the air. Peter felt a funny feeling
all over. He felt as If something very
strange must have happened. He
couldn't understand it 4t all. Mrs