Then mrs. Tiggy-winkle made tea - a cup for herself and a cup for lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at one another. Mrs. Tiggy-winkle's hand, holding the tea-cup, was very very brown, and very very wrinkly with the soap-suds; and all through her gown and her cap, there were hairpins sticking wrong end out; so that lucie didn't like to sit too near her.
It sometimes happens that the town child is more alive to the fresh beauty of the country than a child who is country born. My brother and i were born in london...But our descent, our interest and our joy were in the north country'. Quoted in the tale of beatrix potter a biography by margaret lane, first edition p 32-33