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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!
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(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!)
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