And Mr. McGregor was very angry too. One of the rotten marrows came flying through the kitchen window, and hit the youngest Flopsy Bunny. It was rather hurt. [Illustration] Then Benjamin and Flopsy thought that it was time to go home. [Illustration] So Mr. McGregor did not get his tobacco, and Mrs. McGregor did not get her rabbit skins. [Illustration] But next Christmas Thomasina Tittlemouse got a present of enough rabbit-wool to make herself a cloak and a hood, and a handsome muff and a pair of warm mittens. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIES BY BEATRIX POTTER F. WARNE & Co End of Project Gutenberg's The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies, by Beatrix Potter