m/mam PAINTING i ORAWIN PETER i - i COPYRIGHT i9l& BY HUPSTJ. COMf'AUY BY BEATRIX POTTER ttKWtM INSTRUCTIO FOR THE YOUNG ARTIS ON PAINTING. A medium soft brush water is always to be used. When finished pai brush; do not let it stand in the water. After u using another, wash the brush. Always try the paint on a piece of scrap paper th< get the right color. When starting to paint beg corner of picture, painting downward and to the i one color is dry before you apply the next. THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA From the Library of GERTRUDE WEIL 1879-1971 COLORS and COlor mixing. Red, Blue and Yellow are the principal colors from which others are made. When you need Green mix Yellow and Blue; Orange, mix Yellow and Red; Purple, mix Red and Blue. Other colors can be made by experimenting, which you must learn to do. UNIVERSITY Of N C AT CHAPEL MILL III llll III! Illl III 00022228484 PAINTING AND DRAWING BOOK WITH TALE OF PETER RABBIT BY BEATRIX POTTER NEW YORK HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS This book oelon^s to -.U_j^JtJ5_C ...~, aged ..years, who commenced to paint it on and finished Copyright, 1915, by Hurst and Company ;i,Jiw *»*s^ .^\ <■ . J t Ik • . ■•■■ ;if • ■m m] •• \ mt V '**$ ■ wtPtEOTSS i^ V /^\NCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-Tail, and Peter. ,-•"-' ■ They lived with their mother in a sand-bank underneath the root of a very big Fir Tree. ' % i ■ - ' . \ l- - •• - I ■ ; f^ X "Now, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden. <*-<- ft *> *r Your father had an accident there; he \^as put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. &/*** Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out. aptf"" .... ' rt-rf"^ BBM* ' < I I . \ $ to .it* ■ Th|p| old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's. * She bought a loaf ot bread and five currant buns. ,1 I I '■> %, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries. '""■-., \ """- i ■■"— *w... •■- \ •NJ i~-' But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate. X , ujwWt* , MMM* First he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes; and then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley. . \ But round the end of a cucumber frame. whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor! X * ■ / Mr. McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter, ^.. ■ "-'jt waving a rake and calling out, "Stop, thief!" » — -»- •*•*».— ^jsv Peter was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had for- gotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe among the po- tatoes. After losing them he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new. Peter gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself. w UkLM fj r flHlfteau' Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but Peter wriggled out in time, leaving his jacket behind him. \\w x \ \ \ And he rushed into the tool-shed and jumped into a can. 1 s. \ * \ It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. -.:.—''■ '-' ■ ' W Mr. McGregor was quite sure that Peter was some- where in the tool-shed, per- haps hidden underneath a flower pot. He began to turn them over, carefully looking under each. Presently Peter sneezed: — "Kerty-schoo!" Mr. McGregor was after him in no time and tried to put his foot on Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work. Peter sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trem- bling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can. After a time he began to wander about, going lippity, lippity, not very fast, and looking all around. He found a door in a wall; but it was locked and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him* Peter began to cry. 4 ^5 ■ . ■ t ■ Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGre- gor filled his water cans. A white cat was staring at some gold fish; she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he had heard about cats from his cousin, little Benjamin Bunny. : ■j?-'-^:~ it. ' '"■' ..-•yj. w MP ■ ■ , - 1 i b er 1 ■ ,:>> \ ■ •■ I V ,i « , He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe — scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climed upon a wheel- barrow, and peeped over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned to- wards Peter, and beyond him was the gate. Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could go along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes. Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the- gate, and was safe at last in the woods outside the garden. • . i*«i Mother Rabbit made some camomile tea. - j s '"'v..,,. 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