A Collection of Beatrix Potter Stories by Beatrix Potter
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and her eyes went twinkle,
twinkle; and underneath her cap--where Lucie had yellow curls--that little person had PRICKLES! "WHO are you?" said Lucie. "Have you seen my pocket-handkins?" The little person made a bob-curtsey--"Oh, yes, if you please'm; my name is Mrs. Tiggy-winkle; oh, yes if you please'm, I'm an excellent clear- starcher!" And she took something out of a clothes- basket, and spread it on the ironing-blanket. "WHAT'S that thing?" said Lucie--"that's not my pocket-handkin?" "Oh no, if you please'm; that's a little scarlet waist-coat belonging to Cock Robin!" And she ironed it and folded |
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