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Great was old Mr . Bouncer's relief and Flopsy's joy when Peter and Benjamin arrived in triumph with the young family . The rabbit - babies were rather tumbled and very hungry ; they were fed and put to bed . They soon recovered . A long new pipe and a fresh supply of rabbit tobacco was presented to Mr . Bouncer . He was rather upon his dignity ; but he accepted . Old Mr . Bouncer was forgiven , and they all had dinner . Then Peter and Benjamin told their story — but they had not waited long enough to be able to tell the end of the battle between Tommy Brock and Mr . Tod . THE END THE TALE OF MRS . TIGGY - WINKLE 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 , has 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 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 ! 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 . Lucie ran on , and on . THE path ended under a big rock . The grass was short and green , and there were clothes - props cut from bracken stems , with lines of plaited rushes , and a heap of tiny clothes pins — but no pocket - handkerchiefs ! But there was something else — a door ! straight into the hill ; and inside it some one was singing — " Lily - white and clean , oh ! With little frills between , oh ! Smooth and hot — red rusty spot Never here be seen , oh ! " LUCIE , knocked — once — twice , and interrupted the song . A little frightened voice called out " Who's that ? "
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