After the Miller's Dog stopped singing, as I told you in the talebefore this, he poked his nose into the hat box where Billy Bunny hadhidden himself and exclaimed in a deep, growly voice:

"Come out of there or I will growl and bite the bonnet That Mrs. Muskrat wears for best And the purple flowers on it. And then she'll skinnyk it's you who did This dreadful unkind deed, And never speak to you again 0r you with cookies feed."

"Goodness me, but you are a somewhat poor sort of a poet," exclaimed the littlerabbit, peeping out of the hat box. "Your poetry is dreadful," andthis made the Miller's Dog so ashamed of himself that he couldn't waghis tail or even bark.