Beatrix Potter,
The Tale of Mrs. Tittlemouse
(1910)
“ Jackson; he never wipes his feet." MRS. TITTLEMOUSE decided to leave the bees till after dinner. When she got back to the parlor, she heard some one coughing in a fat voice; and there sat Mr. Jackson himself! He was sitting all over a small rocking-chair, twiddling his thumbs and smiling, with his feet on the fender. He lived in a drain below the hedge, in a very dirty wet ditch. "HOW do you do, Mr. Jackson? Deary me, you have got very wet!" "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! I'll sit awhile and dry myself," said Mr. Jackson. ”

