Produced by Robert Cicconetti, Emmy and the PG Online Distributed Proofreading Team.(https://www.pgdp.net) [Illustration] THE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE BY BEATRIX POTTER _Author of "The Tale of Peter Rabbit", &c._ [Illustration] FREDERICK WARNE FREDERICK WARNE [Illustration] Penguin Books Ltd, Harmondsworth, Middlesex, England Viking Penguin Inc., 40 West 23rd Street, New York, New York 10010, U.S.A. Penguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood, Victoria, Australia Penguin Books Canada Ltd, 2801 John Street, Markham, Ontario, Canada L3R 1B4 Penguin Books (N.Z.) Ltd, 182-190 Wairau Road, Auckland 10, New Zealand First published 1905 This impression 1986 Universal Copyright Notice: Copyright (C) Frederick Warne & Co., 1905 Copyright in all countries signatory to the Berne Convention All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. Printed and bound in Great Britain by William Clowes Limited, Beccles and London _for_ THE REAL LITTLE LUCIE OF NEWLANDS [Illustration] 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?" [Illustration] 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!" [Illustration] 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 hill-side she thought she saw some white things spread upon the grass. [Illustration] Lucie scrambled up the hill as fast as her stout 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! [Illustration] Presently she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hill-side. Some one had stood a tin can upon a stone to catch the water--but the water was already running over, for the can was no bigger than an egg-cup! And where the sand upon the path was wet--there were foot-marks of a _very_ small person.