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. PRESENTLY she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hill-side. 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! 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!Īnd a great way up the hillside she thought she saw some white things spread upon the grass.

Cock Robin looked sideways at Lucie with his bright black eye, and he flew over a stile and away. 'Sally Henny-penny, has YOU found three pocket-handkins?' But the speckled hen ran into a barn, clucking-ĪND then Lucie asked Cock Robin sitting on a twig. THE Kitten went on washing her white paws so Lucie asked a speckled hen. 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?' She was a good little girl-only she was always losing her pocket- handkerchiefs! ONCE upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town.

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