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?"

"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
handkersniff--but it
isn't mine; it's red?"
"Oh no, if you please'm;