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Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, by Beatrix PotterThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-WinkleAuthor: Beatrix PotterRelease Date: April 21, 2004 [EBook #12103]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE ***Produced by Kathie Sanchez, Lauren Rouse, Marie Rouse, Kathy Rouse, Michael Sanchez, and Matthew SanchezTHE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLEBY BEATRIX POTTERAuthor of"The Tale of Peter Rabbit", &c.1905ForTHE REAL LITTLE LUCIE OF NEWLANDSONCE upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town. She was a good little girl—only she was always losing her pocket- handkerchiefs!One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard crying— oh, she did cry so! "I've lost my pocket-handkin! Three handkins anda pinny! Have you seen them, Tabby Kitten?"THE Kitten went on washing her white paws; so Lucie asked a speckled hen—"Sally Henny-penny, have you found three pocket-handkins?"But the speckled hen ran into a barn, clucking—"I go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot!"AND then Lucie asked CockRobin sitting on a twig.Cock Robin looked sideways at Lucie with his bright black eye, and he flew over a stile and away.Lucie climbed upon the stile ...

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TTIHGEG TYA-WLIEN OKFL EMRS.BY BEATRIX POTTERAuthor of"The Tale of Peter Rabbit", &c.5091roFTHE REAL LITTLE LUCIE OF NEWLANDSONCE upon a time there was a little girl calledLwuacsi ea, gwohood l ilivttelde agtir la —faornlmy csahllee dw aList tlael-wtaoywsn l. oSsihnegher pocket- handkerchiefs!O—n oe hd, asyh leit tdleid Lcurcyi es oc!a "mI've ei nltoos tt hmey f apromc-kyeta-rhd acnrdyikinng!Three handkins and a pinny! Have you seen them,Tabby Kitten?"THE Kitten went on washing her white paws; so

Lucie asked a speckled hen—"Sally Henny-penny, have you found three pocket-handkins?"But the speckled hen ran into a barn, clucking—"I go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot!"RAoNbDi nt hsiettni nLgu coine aa stkweigd. CockbCroigchkt Rbloabcikn leoyoek, eadn sdi dhee wflaeyws aotv eLru cai es tiwleit ha nhids away.Lucie climbed upon the stile and looked up at thehill behind Little-town—a hill that goes up-up—intothe clouds as though it had no top!sAanwd sa ogmree atw hwitaey tuhipn tghse shpilrlesiadde usphoen t thhoeu gghrta sssh.eLUCIE scrambled up the hill as fast as her stoutlegs would carry her; she ran along a steep path-way—up and up—until Little-town was right awaydown below—she could have dropped a pebbledown the chimney!PRESENTLY she came to a spring, bubbling outfrom the hill-side.Some one had stood a tin can upon a stone tocatch the water—but the water was alreadyrunning over, for the can was no bigger than anegg-cup! And where the sand upon the path was

wet—there were foot-marks of a very smallperson.Lucie ran on, and on.THE path ended under a big rock. The grass wasshort and green, and there were clothes-props cutfrom bracken stems, with lines of plaited rushes,and a heap of tiny clothes pins—but no pocket-handkerchiefs!tBhuet thihlle; rae nwd ains ssidoem ite tshoinmg e elosnee —waa sd osoinr!g isntrga—ight into"Lily-white and clean, oh!SWmitho olittthl ea fnrdil lsh obte—twreede nr,u sothy! spotNever here be seen, oh!"LUCIE, knocked—once— twice, and interruptedthe song. A little frightened voice called out "Who'sthat?"Lucie opened the door: and what do you thinkthere was inside the hill?—a nice clean kitchen witha flagged floor and wooden beams—just like anyother farm kitchen. Only the ceiling was so low thatLucie's head nearly touched it; and the pots andpans were small, and so was everything there.THERE was a nice hot singey smell; and at thetable, with an iron in her hand stood a very stoutshort person staring anxiously at Lucie.Her print gown was tucked up, and she was

wearing a large apron over her striped petticoat.Her little black nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle,and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and underneathher cap—where Lucie had yellow curls—that littleperson had PRICKLES!"Who are you?" said Lucie. "Have you seen mypocket-handkins?" The little person made a bob-curtsey—"Oh, yes, if you please'm; my name isMrs. Tiggy-winkle; oh, yes if you please'm, I'm anexcellent clear-starcher!" And she took somethingout of a clothes- basket, and spread it on theironing-blanket."What's that thing?" said Lucie—"that's not bypocket-handkin?" "Oh no, if you please'm; that's alittle scarlet waist-coat belonging to Cock Robin!"And she ironed it and folded it, and put it on one.edisThen she took something else off a clothes-horse— "That isn't my pinny?" said Lucie. "Oh no, if youplease'm; that's a damask table-cloth belonging toJenny Wren; look how it's stained with currantwine! It's very bad to wash!" said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE'S nose went sniffle, sniffle,snuffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and shefetched another hot iron from the fire."THERE'S one of my pocket-handkins!" cried Lucie—"and there's my pinny!" Mrs. Tiggy-winkle ironedit, and goffered it, and shook out the frills.

"Oh that is lovely!" saidLucie."AND what are those long yellow things with fingerslike gloves?""HOehn,n tyh-apte'sn nay p—ailr ooofk shtoocwk isnhges' sb ewloornng itnhge tho eSelasl lyoutbwaitrhe fsocorta!t" cshainidg iMnr tsh. eT iygagryd-! wSinhkel'ell. very soon go"WHY, there's another handkersniff—but it isn'tmine; it's red?" "Oh no, if you please'm; that onebelongs to old Mrs. Rabbit; and it did so smell ofonions! I've had to wash it separately, I can't getout the smell.""There's another one of mine," said Lucie."a WpHaiAr To f armei tttheonss eb feulonnngyi lnitgtl teo wThaitbeb tyh iKnitgtse?n"; "I Tohnalty's"hTahveer te'os i rmony ltahset mp; oschkee t-w ahsahnedsk itnh!"e ns ahide rLsuelcfi.e"."AND what are you dipping into the basin ofstarch?" "They're little dicky shirt-fronts belongingto Tom Tits-mouse —most terrible particular!" saidMrs. Tiddy-winkle. "Now I've finished my ironing;I'm going to air some clothes.""WHAT are these dear soft fluffy things?" saidLucie. "Oh those are woolly coats belonging to thelittle lambs at Skelghyl.""Will their jackets take-off?" asked Lucie.

"Oh yes, if you please'm; look at the sheep-markon the shoulder. And here's one marked forGatesgarth, and three that come from Little-town.They're always marked at washing!" said Mrs.Tiggy-winkle.AND she hung up all sorts and sizes of clothes—small brown coats of mice; and one velvety blackmole-skin waist coat; and a red tail-coat with no tailbelonging to Squirrel Nutkin; and a very muchshrunk jacket belonging to Peter Rabbit; and apetticoat, not marked, that had gone lost in thewashing —and at last the basket was empty!THEN Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea—a cup forherself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before a fireon a bench and looked sideways at one another.Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, wasvery very brown, and very very wrinkly with thesoap suds; and all through her gown and her cap,there were hair-pins sticking wrong end out; so thatLucie didn't like to sit to near her.cWloHthEeNs tihn ebyu hnadlde fsi;n iasnhde dL tueciae,' st hpeoyc tkieetd- up thehpiannndyk, earncdh ifeafss tewneered fwoiltdhe ad suilpv ienrs isdaef ehtye-r pcilne.anAnd then they made up the fire with turf, and cameout and locked the door, and hid the key under thedoor-sill.THEN away down the hill trotted Lucie and Mrs.

Tiggy-winkle and the bundles of clothes!All the way down the path little animals came out ofthe fern to meet them; the very first that they metwas Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny!AND she gave them their Nice clean clothes; andall the little animals and birds were so very muchobliged to dear Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.SO that at the bottom of the hill when they came tothe stile, there was nothing left to carry exceptLucie's one little bundle.hLauncide; sacnrda tmhbelne ds huep ttuhren estdil et o wsitahy ,t h"eG bouond-dlNei ginh t,h"erand to thank the washer-woman— But what a veryfoodr dt hthainnkgs! oMrr fso. r Ttihgeg yw-aWsihniknleg hbiall!d Snhote wwaaitse rdu neintihnegrrwuhnitnei nfgri lrleudn ncianpg ?u ap ntdh eh ehril ls—haanwdl? Wanhde rhe erw agso whner—and her petticoat?AND how small she had grown—and how brown —and covered with prickles! Why! Mrs. Tiggy-winklewas nothing but a hedgehog.* * * * *(Now some people say that little Lucie had beenasleep upon the stile— but then how could shehave found three clean pocket-handkins and apinny, pinned with a silver safety pin? And besides—I have seen that door into the back of the hillcalled Cat Bells—and besides I am very well

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