The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle

Beatrix Potter

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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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Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, by Beatrix Potter This 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 at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle Author: Beatrix Potter Release Date: April 21, 2004 [EBook #12103] Language: English * E * B *  O ST O A K  R T T H  O E  F T   A T L HI E S     O P F R  M OJ R E S. C   T T   I G G U G T Y E - N WI B N E K R L G E *** Produced by Kathie Sanchez, Lauren Rouse, Marie Rouse, Kathy Rouse, Michael Sanchez, and Matthew Sanchez

T TI H G E G  T Y A -W L I E N  O K F L   E MRS. BY BEATRIX POTTER Author of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit", &c. 5091 roF THE REAL LITTLE LUCIE OF NEWLANDS ONCE upon a time there was a little girl called L w u a c s i   e a ,     g w o h o o d  l   i li v tt e l d e     a g t ir   l a  — fa o r nl m y     c s a h ll e e   d w   a Li s t   tl a e l - w t a o y w s n  l .  o S si h n e g her pocket- handkerchiefs! O — n  o e  h d ,  a s y h  l e it   t d le id     L c u r c y i   e s   o c ! a  " m I'v e  e i   n l t o o s   t t   h m e y  f   a p r o m c - k y et a - r h d  a c n r d yi ki n n g ! 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!" R A o N b D i   n t   h si e tt n i   n L g u   c o i n e     a a   s t k w e ig d .  Cock b C r o ig c h k t     R bl o a b c i k n    l e o y o e k ,  e a d n  s d i   d h e e  w fl a e y w s    a o t v   e L r u   c a i   e s   ti w le it   h a   n hi d s  away. Lucie climbed upon the stile and looked up at the hill behind Little-town—a hill that goes up-up—into the clouds as though it had no top! s A a n w d     s a  o g m re e  at w   h w it a e y     t u hi p n  t g h s e     s h p il r l e si a d d e     u s p h o e n  t  t h h o e u   g g h r t a   s s s h . e LUCIE scrambled up the hill as fast as her stout legs would carry her; she ran along a steep path- way—up and up—until Little-town was right away down below—she could have dropped a pebble down the chimney! PRESENTLY she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hill-side. Some one had stood a tin can upon a stone to catch the water—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—there were foot-marks 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 clothes-props cut from bracken stems, with lines of plaited rushes, and a heap of tiny clothes pins—but no pocket- handkerchiefs! t B h u e t    t hi h ll e ;  r a e  n w d  a in s  s s id o e m  it e   t s h o in m g  e  el o s n e e  — w a a   s d   o s o in r! g   i s n tr g a — ight into "Lily-white and clean, oh! S W m ith o   o li t tt h l   e a  f n r d il   ls h   o b t e — tw re e d e   n r , u   s o t h y !  spot Never here be seen, oh!" LUCIE, knocked—once— 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?—a nice clean kitchen with a flagged floor and wooden beams—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 petticoat. Her little black nose went sniffle, sniffle, snuffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and underneath her cap—where Lucie had yellow curls—that little person had PRICKLES! "Who are you?" said Lucie. "Have you seen my pocket-handkins?" The little person made a bob- curtsey—"Oh, yes, if you please'm; my name is Mrs. Tiggy-winkle; oh, yes if you please'm, I'm an excellent clear-starcher!" And she took something out of a clothes- basket, and spread it on the ironing-blanket. "What's that thing?" said Lucie—"that's not by 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 .edis Then she took something else off a clothes-horse — "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, snuffle, and her eyes went twinkle, twinkle; and she fetched another hot iron from the fire. "THERE'S one of my pocket-handkins!" cried Lucie —"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 are those long yellow things with fingers like gloves?" " H O e h n , n  t y h - a p t e 's n   n a y     p — ai l r  o o o f k     s h to o c w k   i s n h g e s '   s b   e w l o o r n n g   i t n h g e     t h o  e S el a s l   ly out b w a it r h e   f s o c o r t a ! t "  c s h a in id g    i M n r  t s h .  e T   i y g a g r y d - !  w S in h k e l ' e ll .  very soon go "WHY, there's another handkersniff—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. " a  W p H ai A r  T o   f  ar m e i   t t t h e o n s s  e b  f e u lo n n n g y i  l n it g tl  t e o     w T h a it b e b  t y h   i K n it g t s e ? n " ;     " I  T o h n a l t y 's " h T a h v e e r  t e' o s  i   r m on y    l t a h s e t  m p ;  o s c h k e e   t- w   a h s a h n e d s k   i t n h !" e   n s   a h id e   r L s u el c f i . e " . "AND what are you dipping into the basin of starch?" "They're little dicky shirt-fronts belonging to Tom Tits-mouse —most terrible particular!" said Mrs. Tiddy-winkle. "Now I've finished my ironing; I'm going to air some clothes." "WHAT are these dear soft fluffy things?" said Lucie. "Oh those are woolly coats belonging to the little lambs at Skelghyl." "Will their jackets take-off?" asked Lucie.

"Oh yes, if you please'm; look at the sheep-mark on 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— small brown coats of mice; and one velvety black mole-skin waist coat; and a red tail-coat with no tail belonging to Squirrel Nutkin; and a very much shrunk jacket belonging to Peter Rabbit; and a petticoat, not marked, that had gone lost in the washing —and at last the basket was empty! THEN Mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea—a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before a fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were hair-pins sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't like to sit to near her. c W lo H th E e N s     t i h n  e b y u  h n a dl d e  f s i ; n   i a s n h d e   d L  t u e ci a e , '   s t   h p e o y c  t k ie et d -  up the h pi a n n n d y k ,  e a r n c d h   i f e a fs s   te w n e e re d     f w o i l t d h e  a d     s u il p v  i e n r s   i s d a e f   e h ty e - r  p c i l n e . an And then they made up the fire with turf, and came out and locked the door, and hid the key under the door-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 of the fern to meet them; the very first that they met was Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny! AND she gave them 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. h L a u n ci d e ;     s a c n r d a  t m h b e l n e   d s   h u e p     t t u h r e n   e st d il   e t   o  w s it a h y   , t   h " e G  b o u o n d- dl N e i   g in h   t, h " er and to thank the washer-woman— But what a very f o o d r  d t   h th a i n n k g s !   o M r r  f s o .  r  T t i h g e g   y w - a W s i h n i k n le g     h bi a ll! d     S n h ot e     w w a a it s e  r d u   n ei n t i h n e g r r w u h n it n e i   n f g ri   l r le u d n   n c i a n p g  ? u  a p  n t d h   e h   e h r il   l s — h a a n w d l?     W an h d e   r h e  er w   a g s o   w h n er — and her petticoat? AND how small she had grown—and how brown — and covered with prickles! Why! Mrs. Tiggy-winkle was nothing but a hedgehog. * * * * * (Now some people say that little Lucie had been asleep upon the stile— but then how could she have found three clean pocket-handkins and a pinny, pinned with a silver safety pin? And besides —I have seen that door into the back of the hill called Cat Bells—and besides I am very well

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