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The tale of
Mrs. Tiggy-winkle
By
Beatrix Potter
Author of “The Tale of Peter Rabbit”,
&c.
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FREDERICK WARNE
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Penguin Books Ltd, Harmondsworth,
Middlesex, England
Viking Penguin Inc., 40 West 23rd Street, New York,
New York 10010, U.S.A.
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First published
1905
This impression 1986
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for
The Real little Lucie
of
NEWLANDS
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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—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 and a pinny! Have you seen
them, Tabby Kitten?”
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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!”
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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—a hill that goes
up—up—into the clouds as though
it had no top!
And a great way up the hill-side she thought she saw
some white things spread upon the grass.
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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!
