human
There's one of my pocket-handkins! cried Lucie--
gpt
Oh that _is_ lovely!
human
And what are those long yellow things with fingers like gloves?
gpt
Oh, that's a pair of stockings belonging to Sally Henny-penny--look how she's worn the heels out with scratching in the yard! She'll very soon go barefoot!
human
Why, there's another handkersniff--but it isn't mine; it's red?
gpt
Oh no, if you please'm; that one belongs to old Mrs. Rabbit; and it _did_ so smell of onions! I've had to wash it separately, I can't get out the smell.
human
There's another one of mine,
gpt
What are those funny little white things?
human
That's a pair of mittens belonging to Tabby Kitten; I only have to iron them; she washes them herself.
gpt
There's my last pocket-handkin!
human
And what are you dipping into the basin of starch?
gpt
They're little dicky shirt-fronts belonging to Tom Titmouse--most terrible particular! said Mrs. Tiggy-winkle.
human
Now I've finished my ironing; I'm going to air some clothes.
gpt
What are these dear soft fluffy things?
human
Oh those are woolly coats belonging to the little lambs at Skelghyl.
gpt
Will their jackets take off?
human
Oh yes, if you please'm; look at the sheep-mark on the shoulder. And here's one marked for Gatesgarth, and three that come from Little-town. They're _always_ marked at washing!