OnceuponatimetherewasalittlegirlcalledLucie,wholivedatafarmcalledLittle-town.Shewasagoodlittlegirl—onlyshewasalwayslosingherpocket-handkerchiefs! OnedaylittleLuciecameintothefarm-yardcrying—oh,shedidcryso!“I’velostmypocket-handkin!Threehandkinsandapinny!HaveYOUseenthem,TabbyKitten?” TheKittenwentonwashingherwhitepaws;soLucieaskedaspeckledhen— “SallyHenny-penny,haveYOUfoundthreepocket-handkins?” Butthespeckledhenranintoabarn,clucking— “Igobarefoot,barefoot,barefoot!” AndthenLucieaskedCockRobinsittingonatwig.CockRobinlookedsidewaysatLuciewithhisbrightblackeye,andheflewoverastileandaway. LucieclimbeduponthestileandlookedupatthehillbehindLittle-town—ahillthatgoesup—up—intothecloudsasthoughithadnotop! Andagreatwayupthehillsideshethoughtshesawsomewhitethingsspreaduponthegrass. Luciescrambledupthehillasfastashershortlegswouldcarryher;sheranalongasteeppath-way—upandup—untilLittle-townwasrightawaydownbelow—shecouldhavedroppedapebbledownthechimney! Presentlyshecametoaspring,bubblingoutfromthehillside. Someonehadstoodatincanuponastonetocatchthewater—butthewaterwasalreadyrunningover,forthecanwasnobiggerthananegg-cup! Andwherethesanduponthepathwaswet—therewerefootmarksofaVERYsmallperson. Thepathendedunderabigrock.Thegrasswasshortandgreen,andtherewereclothes-propscutfrombrackenstems,withlinesofplaitedrushes,andaheapoftinyclothespins—butnopocket-handkerchiefs! Buttherewassomethingelse—adoor!straightintothehill;andinsideitsomeonewassinging— Withlittlefrillsbetween,oh! Smoothandhot-redrustyspot Lucieknocked-once-twice,andinterruptedthesong.Alittlefrightenedvoicecalledout“Who’sthat?” Lucieopenedthedoor:andwhatdoyouthinktherewasinsidethehill? —anicecleankitchenwithaflaggedfloorandwoodenbeams—justlikeanyotherfarmkitchen. OnlytheceilingwassolowthatLucie’sheadnearlytouchedit;andthepotsandpansweresmall,andsowaseverythingthere. Therewasanicehotsingeysmell;andatthetable,withanironinherhand,stoodaverystoutshortpersonstaringanxiouslyatLucie. Herprintgownwastuckedup,andshewaswearingalargeapronoverherstripedpetticoat. Herlittleblacknosewentsniffle,sniffle,snuffle,andhereyeswenttwinkle,twinkle;andunderneathhercap-whereLuciehadyellowcurls-thatlittlepersonhadPRICKLES! “Whoareyou?”saidLucie.“Haveyouseenmypocket-handkins?” Thelittlepersonmadeabob-curtsey—“Ohyes,ifyouplease’m;mynameisMrs.Tiggy-winkle;ohyesifyouplease’m,I’manexcellentclear-starcher!” Andshetooksomethingoutoftheclothesbasket,andspreaditontheironing-blanket. “What’sthatthing?”saidLucie,“that’snotmypocket-handkin?” “Ohno,ifyouplease’m;that’salittlescarletwaist-coatbelongingtoCockRobin!” Andsheironeditandfoldedit,andputitononeside. Thenshetooksomethingelseoffaclothes-horse—“Thatisn’tmypinny?”saidLucie. “Ohno,ifyouplease’m;that’sadamasktable-clothbelongingtoJennyWren;lookhowit’sstainedwithcurrantwine!It’sverybadtowash!”saidMrs.Tiggy-winkle. Mrs.Tiggy-winkle’snosewentsnifflesnifflesnuffle,andhereyeswenttwinkletwinkle;andshefetchedanotherhotironfromthefire. “There’soneofmypocket-handkins!”criedLucie—“andthere’smypinny!” Mrs.Tiggy-winkleironedit,andgofferedit,andshookoutthefrills. “OhthatISlovely!”saidLucie. “Andwhatarethoselongyellowthingswithfingerslikegloves?” “Ohthat’sapairofstockingsbelongingtoSallyHenny-penny—lookhowshe’sworntheheelsoutwithscratchingintheyard!She’llverysoongobarefoot!”saidMrs.Tiggy-winkle. “Why,there’sanotherhankersniff—butitisn’tmine;it’sred?” “Ohno,ifyouplease’m;thatonebelongstooldMrs.Rabbit;anditDIDsosmellofonions!I’vehadtowashitseparately,Ican’tgetoutthatsmell.” “There’sanotheroneofmine,”saidLucie. “Whatarethosefunnylittlewhitethings?” “That’sapairofmittensbelongingtoTabbyKitten;Ionlyhavetoironthem;shewashesthemherself.” “There’smylastpocket-handkin!”saidLucie. “Andwhatareyoudippingintothebasinofstarch?” “They’relittledickyshirt-frontsbelongingtoTomTitmouse—mostterribleparticular!”saidMrs.Tiggy-winkle.“NowI’vefinishedmyironing;I’mgoingtoairsomeclothes.” “Whatarethesedearsoftfluffythings?”saidLucie. “OhthosearewoollycoatsbelongingtothelittlelambsatSkelghyl.” “Willtheirjacketstakeoff?”askedLucie. “Ohyes,ifyouplease’m;lookatthesheep-markontheshoulder.Andhere’sonemarkedforGatesgarth,andthreethatcomefromLittle-town.They’reALWAYSmarkedatwashing!”saidMrs.Tiggy-winkle. Andshehungupallsortsandsizesofclothes—smallbrowncoatsofmice;andonevelvetyblackmoleskinwaist-coat;andaredtail-coatwithnotailbelongingtoSquirrelNutkin;andaverymuchshrunkbluejacketbelongingtoPeterRabbit;andapetticoat,notmarked,thathadgonelostinthewashing—andatlastthebasketwasempty! ThenMrs.Tiggy-winklemadetea—acupforherselfandacupforLucie. Theysatbeforethefireonabenchandlookedsidewaysatoneanother. Mrs.Tiggy-winkle’shand,holdingthetea-cup,wasveryverybrown,andveryverywrinklywiththesoap-suds;andallthroughhergownandhercap,therewereHAIRPINSstickingwrongendout;sothatLuciedidn’tliketosittoonearher. Whentheyhadfinishedtea,theytieduptheclothesinbundles;andLucie’spocket-handkerchiefswerefoldedupinsidehercleanpinny,andfastenedwithasilversafety-pin. Andthentheymadeupthefirewithturf,andcameoutandlockedthedoor,andhidthekeyunderthedoor-sill. ThenawaydownthehilltrottedLucieandMrs.Tiggy-winklewiththebundlesofclothes! Allthewaydownthepathlittleanimalscameoutoftheferntomeetthem;theveryfirstthattheymetwerePeterRabbitandBenjaminBunny! Andshegavethemtheirnicecleanclothes;andallthelittleanimalsandbirdsweresoverymuchobligedtodearMrs.Tiggy-winkle. Sothatatthebottomofthehillwhentheycametothestile,therewasnothinglefttocarryexceptLucie’sonelittlebundle. Luciescrambledupthestilewiththebundleinherhand;andthensheturnedtosay“Good-night,”andtothankthewasher-woman.—ButwhataVERYoddthing! Mrs.Tiggy-winklehadnotwaitedeitherforthanksorforthewashingbill! Shewasrunningrunningrunningupthehill—andwherewasherwhitefrilledcap?Andhershawl?Andhergownandherpetticoat? AndHOWsmallshehadgrown—andHOWbrown—andcoveredwithPRICKLES! Why!Mrs.Tiggy-winklewasnothingbutaHEDGEHOG! (NowsomepeoplesaythatlittleLuciehadbeenasleepuponthestile—butthenhowcouldshehavefoundthreecleanpocket-handkinsandapinny,pinnedwithasilversafety-pin? Andbesides—IhaveseenthatdoorintothebackofthehillcalledCatBells—andbesidesIamverywellacquaintedwithdearMrs.Tiggy-winkle!)