He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice floor of the rabbit-hole, and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight. His mother put him to bed and made him some chamomile tea.
~ home is wonderful to come back to after being out in the world
~ mothers are always busy cooking
~ tea fixes everything
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