He said that his eyes were red because he had a cold.

This turned out to be true, though Peter did not know it was when he said it, the next day he had to go to bed and stay there.

Mother began to be afraid that he might be sickening for measles, when suddenly he sat up in bed and said: "I hate gruel--I hate barley water--I hate bread and milk.

I want to get up and have something REAL to eat." "What would you like ?" Mother asked.
"A pigeon-pie," said Peter, eagerly, "a large pigeon-pie.

A very large one." So Mother asked the Cook to make a large pigeon-pie.