The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (1)

The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle　(1)

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town.

She was a good little girlーonly she was always losing her pocket-handkerchiefs !

One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard cryingーoh, she did cry so !
" I've lost my pocket-handkin ! Three handkins and a pinny. Have you seen them, tabby Kitten ?"



The kitten went on washing her paws; so Lucie asked a speckled henー
" Sally Henny-penny, have you found three pocket-handkins ? "

But the speckled hen ran into a barn, cluckingー
" I go barefoot,barefoot, barefoot ! "

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The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (2)

The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle　(2)

And then Lucie asked Cock Robin 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 and looked up at the hill behind Little-Townーa hill that goes upーupーinto the clouds as through it had no top !

And a great way up the hillside she thoughtshe saw something white things spread upon the grass.

Lucie scrambled up the hill as fast as her stout legs would carry her; she ran along a steep path-way-up and upーuntil Little-town was right away down belowーshe could have dropped a pebble down the chimney !

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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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The Tales of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (4)

The Tales of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (4)

Lucie knocked ーonce ーtwice, and interrupted the song.

A little frightened voice called out " Who's that ? "

Lucie opened the door: and what do you think there was inside the hill ? ーa nice clean kitchen with a flagged floor and wooden beams ー　just like any other farm kitchen.

Only the ceiling was so low that Lucie's head nearly touched it; and the pots and pans were small, and so was everything there.

There was a nice hot singey smell; and at the table,with an iron in her hand stood a very stout short person staring anxiously at Lucie.



Her print gown was tucked up, and she was wearing a large apron over her striped peticoat.

Her little black nose went sniffle, sniffle, sniffle, and her eyes went twinkle; and undernearth her capーwhere Lucie had yellow curlsーthat little person had PRICKLES !

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The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (5)

The Tale of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (5)

" Who are you ? " said Lucie.
" Have you seen my pocket-handkins ? "

The little person made a bob-curtseyー " Oh, yes, if you please'm ; my name is Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle; oh, yes if you please'm, I'm excellent clear-starcher ! "

And she took something out of a clothes-bascket, and spread it on the ironing-blanket.

" What's that thing ? " said Lucieー　”That's not my pocket-handkin ? "

” Oh, no, if you please'm ; that's a little scarlet waist-coat belonging to Cock Robin ! "

And she ironed it and folded it, and put it on one side.

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The Tales of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (6)

Then she took something else off a clothes-horseー



" That isn't my pinny ? " said Lucie.

" Oh, no, if you please'm ;
that's a damask table-cloth belonging to Jenny Wren;
look how it's stained with currant wine !
It's very bad to wash ! "
said Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle.

Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle's nose went sniffle, sniffle, sniffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle ; and she fetched another hot iron from the fire.



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The Tales of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (7)

" There's one of my pocket-handkins ! " cried Lucieー " And there's my pinny ! "

Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle ironed it, and goffered it, and shook out the frills.

" Oh that is lovely ! " said Lucie.

" And what those long yellow things with fingers like gloves ?"



" Oh, that's a pair of stockings belonging to Sally henny-pennyーlook how she's worn the heels out with scratching in the yard !
She'll very soon go barefoot ! "
said Mirs. Tiggy-Winkle.

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The Tales of Mrs.Tiggy-Winkle (8)

" Why, there's anoher handkerchiefーbut it isn't mine; it's red ? "

" Oh, no, if you please'm ; that one belongs to old Mrs.Rabbit !; and it did so smell of onions ! I've had to wash it separately, I can't get out the smell. "

" There's another one of mine," said Lucie.

" What are those funny little white things ? "

" That's a pair of mittens belonging to Tabby Kitten; I only have to iron them ; she washes them herself. "

" There's my last pocket-handkin ! " said Lucie.
" And what are you dipping into the basin of starch ? "

" They 're little dicky shirt-fronts belonging to Tom Titmouseー most terrible particular ! " said Mrs.Tiggt-Winkle.

" Now I've finished my ironing; I'm going to air some clothes. "

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The Tale of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle (9)

" What are these dear soft fluffy things ? " said Lucie.

"Oh these are woolly coats belonging to the little lambs at skelghy ! "

" Will their jackets take off ? "

" Oh, yes, if please'm;
look at the sheep-markon the shoulder. And here's one marked for Gatesgarth, 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
ーsmall brown coats of mice;
and one vevetly black mole-skin waist coat;
and a red tail-coat with no tail belonging to Squirrel Nutkin;
and a very much shrunk blue jacket belonging to Peter Rabbit;
And a petticoat, not marked, that had gone lost in the washing
ーand at last the basket was empty !

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The Tale of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle (10)

The Tale of Mrs Tiggy-Winkle (10)

 Then Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle made a tea－a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie.

They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another.




Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very blown, and very very winkly with the soap-suds;
and all through her gown and her cup, there were hair-pins sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't like to sit too near her.

When they had finished tea, they tied up the clothes in bundles; and Lucie's pocket-handkerchiefs were folded up inside her clean pinny, and fastened with a silver safety-pin.

And then they made up the fire with turf, and came out and locked the door, and hid the key under the door-sill.

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The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle (11)

Then away down the hill trotted Lucie and Mrs. Tiggy-winkle with the bundle of clothes !

All the way down the path little animals came out of the fern to meet them; the very first that they met were Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny.




And she gave him their nice clean clothes; and all the little animals and birds were so very much obliged to dear Mrs.Tiggy-winkle.

So that at the bottom of the hill when they came to the stile, there was nothing left to carry except Lucie's one little bundle.

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The Tale of Mrs.Tigy-winkle (12 完)

The Tale of Mrs.Tigy-winkle (12 完)

Lucie scrambled up to stile with the bundle in her hand; and then she turned to say " Good-night, " and to thank the washer-woman ーBut what a very odd thing ! Mrs.Tiggy-winkle had not waited either for thanks or for the washhing bill !

She was running  running up the hillーand where waa her white frill'ed cap ? and her shawl ? and her gownーand her petticoat ?

And how small she had grownーand how brownーand covered with PRICKLES !

Why ! Mrs.Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a HEDGHOG.



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