Little Benjamin took one look, and then, in half a minute less than no time, he hid himself and Peter and the onions underneath a large basket.
I cannot draw you a picture of Peter and Benjamin underneath the basket, because it was quite dark, and because the smell of onions was fearful; it made Peter Rabbit and little Benjamin cry.
Benjamin Bunny prancing along the top of the wall of the upper terrace.
Then he came back to the basket and took out his son Benjamin by the ears, and whipped him with the little switch.
“Do tell!” exclaimed Remarkable; “and does the sea run as high as mountains, Benjamin?”
and wa’n’t you afeard, Benjamin? and how did you get off?”
but, Benjamin,” cried the listener, who was in an ecstasy of astonishment at this relation of the steward’s dangers, “what did you do?”
“I wonder, now!” exclaimed Remarkable, to whom most of the terms used by Benjamin were perfectly unintelligible, but who had got a confused idea of a raging tempest.
“How you talk, Benjamin! there’s no believing a word you say.
“Talk decent, Benjamin,” said the housekeeper, “Or I won’t keep your company.
“I’ve often heard of that Bay of State,” said Benjamin, “but can’t say that I’ve ever been in it, nor do I know exactly whereaway it is that it lays; but I suppose there is good anchorage in it, and that it’s no bad place for the taking of ling; but for size it can’t be so much as a yawl to a sloop of war compared with the Bay of Biscay, or, mayhap, Torbay.
and I shan’t do sitch a thing, Benjamin. This treatment is a newity to me, and what I won’t put up with.