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“Oh that’s a pair of stockings belonging to Sally Henny-penny–look how she’s worn the heels out with scratching in the yard! She’ll very soon go barefoot!” said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.

“Why, there’s another hankersniff– 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 that 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–most terrible particular!” said Mrs. Tiggy- 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 moleskin 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–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 the 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 HAIRPINS 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.

Then away down the hill trotted Lucie and Mrs. Tiggy-winkle with 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 were 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.

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

She was running running running up the hill–and where was her white frilled cap? and her shawl? and her gown-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 acquainted with dear Mrs. Tiggy-winkle!)