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.

"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 then 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 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