[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, have 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.