The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle - Beatrix Potter - E-Book

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Beatrix Potter

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Lucie is a little girl living on a farm and realizes she has lost three handkerchiefs and the pinafore. Wandering in search of her belongings, she finds a small door in the hillside that leads to a small kitchen in which Mrs. Tiggy-winkle, the animals' laundress, is busy working. Some thought Lucie wakes up on the stile. Was it only a dream, or...? Book illustrated with beautiful Potter's watercolors.

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THE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE

ISBN 978-88-674-4326-0

Series: RADICI

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We wish you a good reading.

Cover design: Rino Ruscio

FOR THE REAL LITTLE LUCIE OF NEWLANDS

Once upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town. She was a good little girl—only she was always losing her pocket-handkerchiefs!

One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard crying—oh, she did cry so! "I've lost my pocket-handkin! Three handkins and a pinny! Have YOU seen them, Tabby Kitten?"

The Kitten went on washing her white paws; so Lucie asked a speckled hen—

"Sally Henny-penny, have YOU found three pocket-handkins?"

But the speckled hen ran into a barn, clucking—

"I go barefoot, barefoot, barefoot!"

And then Lucie asked Cock Robin sitting on a twig. Cock Robin looked sideways at Lucie with his bright black eye, and he flew over a stile and away.

Lucie climbed upon the stile and looked up at the hill behind Little- town—a hill that goes up—up—into the clouds as though it had no top!

And a great way up the hillside she thought she saw some white things spread upon the grass.

Lucie scrambled up the hill as fast as her short legs would carry her; she ran along a steep path-way—up and up—until Little-town was right away down below—she could have dropped a pebble down the chimney!