"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 Titmouse--most
terrible particular!" said Mrs. Tiggy-
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
belonging to the little lambs at
Skelghyl."

"Will their jackets take off?" asked
Lucie.

"Oh yes, if you please'm; look at the
sheep-mark on the shoulder. And
here's one marked for Gatesgarth,
and three that come from Little-town.
They're ALWAYS marked at washing!"
said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.