Tiggy-Winkle, Josey and Mopsy, and Tom Thumb were napping. Mrs. Tig, who looked very like a stout, bristly little person, stirred, blinked, and sniffled. The sniffling turned to snuffling, and in a moment she was seized by a loud a-chew!“My pocket handkerchief,” she muttered, rooting around on the floor of her wicker hamper, which had a convenient window let into it so that she could see out. “Where is my pocket handkerchief?”“Where are we?” shrilled Tom Thumb, startled out of a sound sleep. “Are we back in London? Oh, please tell me that we’re back in London!”“No, we’re not back in London,” Josey said in an irritated tone, and rolled over against Mopsy. “We’re in Sawrey Village. Stop that squeaking and go back to sleep!”The door opened noiselessly and a small terrier slipped into the room. He studied the shelf for a moment, then got up on his hind legs and sniffed at Tom’s cage.“Oh, my whiskers, it’s a dog!” Tom cried frantically, running in circles around his cage.The door opened again, and a shadow slipped into the room.“And a CAT!”
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