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?

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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!)