AND Peter Rabbit went nicely to sleep, very glad to be at home again and very much ashamed of himself for having run away from it. And the last thing he remembered after he had rolled over to get a look
at Molly Cottontail and the twins was ![](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e8/PeterRabbitandhisma21.png/250px-PeterRabbitandhisma21.png)
![](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d0/PeterRabbitandhisma22.png/250px-PeterRabbitandhisma22.png)
feeling his Ma's soft muzzle rubbing against his face. For that is
the way bunnies kiss one another
good-night.