The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy- Winkle (3)

The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy- Winkle (3)

Presently she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hill-side.



Someone had stood a tin can upon a stone to catch the waterーbut the water was already running over, for the can was no bigger than an egg-cup !

And where the sand upon the path was wetーthere were footmarks of a very small person.

Lucie ran on, and on.

The path ended under a big rock.

The grass was short and green, and there were clothesprops cut from bracken atems, with lines of plaited rushes, and a heap of tiny clothes pinsーbut no pocket-handkerchiefs !

But there was something elseーa door ! straight into the hill; and inside it someone was singingー

" Lily-white and clean, oh !
  With little frills between, oh !
  Smooth and hotーred rusty spot
  Never here be seen, oh ! "

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