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<h2> CHAPTER XXVIII. NEWS FROM THE OLD BRIAR-PATCH </h2>
<p>To use your eyes is very wise<br/>
And much to be commended;<br/>
But never see what cannot be<br/>
For such as you intended.<br/>
Peter Rabbit.<br/></p>
<p>Jenny Wren is a busybody. Yes, Sir, she certainly is a busybody. If there
is anything going on in her neighborhood that she doesn't know about, it
isn't because she doesn't try to find out. She is so small and spry that
it is hard work to keep track of her, and she pops out at the most
unexpected times and places. Then, before you can say a word, she is gone.</p>
<p>And in all the Old Orchard or on the Green Meadows there is not to be
found another tongue so busy as that of Jenny Wren. It is sharp sometimes,
but when she wants it to be so there is none smoother. You see she is a
great gossip, is Jenny Wren, a great gossip. But if you get on the right
side of Jenny Wren and ask her to keep a secret, she'll do it. No one
knows how to keep a secret better than she does.</p>
<p>How it happened nobody knows, but it did happen that when Peter Rabbit
came home to the clear Old Briar-patch, bringing Mrs. Peter with him,
Jenny Wren didn't hear about it. Probably it was because the new home
which she had just completed was so carefully hidden that the messengers
sent by Peter to invite all his friends to call didn't find it, and
afterward she was so busy with household affairs that she didn't have time
to gossip. Anyway, Peter had been back some time before Jenny Wren knew
it. She was quite upset to think that she was the last to hear the news,
but she consoled herself with the thought that she had been attending
strictly to her duties, and now that her children were able to look out
for themselves she could make up for lost time.</p>
<p>Just as soon as she could get away, she started for the Old Briar-patch.
She wanted to hear all about Peter's adventures in the Old Pasture and to
meet Mrs. Peter. But like a great many other busybodies, she wanted to
find out all she could about Peter's affairs, and she thought that the
surest way to do it was not to let Peter know that she was about until she
had had a chance to use her sharp little eyes all she wanted to. So when
she reached the Old Briar-patch, she didn't make a sound. It didn't take
her long to find Peter. He was sitting under one of his favorite
bramble-bushes smiling to himself. He smiled and smiled until Jenny Wren
had to bite her tongue to keep from asking what was pleasing him so.</p>
<p>{Illustration with caption: “THE QUICKEST WAY FOR ME TO KNOW IS FOR YOU TO
TELL ME,” REPLIED JIMMY.}</p>
<p>“He looks tickled almost to death over something, but very likely if I
should ask him what it is he wouldn't tell me,” thought Jenny Wren. “I
guess I'll look around a bit first. I wonder where Mrs. Peter is.”</p>
<p>So leaving Peter to smile to his heart's content, she went peeking and
peering through the Old Briar-patch. Of course it wasn't a nice thing to
do, not a bit nice. But Jenny Wren didn't stop to think of that. By and by
she saw something that made her flutter all over with excitement. She
looked and looked until she could sit still no longer. Then she hurried
back to where Peter was sitting. He was still smiling.</p>
<p>“Oh, Peter Rabbit, it's perfectly lovely!” she cried.</p>
<p>Peter looked up quickly, and a worried look chased the smile away. “Hello,
Jenny Wren! Where did you come from? I haven't seen you since I got back,”
said he.</p>
<p>“I've been so busy that I haven't had time to call before,” replied Jenny.
“I know what you've been smiling about, Peter, and it's perfectly
splendid. Has everybody heard the news?”</p>
<p>“No,” said Peter, “nobody knows it but you, and I don't want anybody else
to know it just yet. Will you keep it a secret, Jenny Wren?”</p>
<p>Now Jenny was just bursting with desire to spread the news, but Peter
looked so anxious that finally she promised that she would keep it to
herself, and she really meant to. But though Peter looked greatly relieved
as he watched her start for home, he didn't smile as he had before. “I
wish her tongue didn't wag so much,” said he.</p>
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