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She fetched soft soap, and
flannel, and a new scrubbing
brush from the storeroom. But
she was too tired to do any
more. First she fell asleep in
her chair, and then she went to
"Will it ever be tidy again?" said poor Mrs. Tittlemouse.
Next morning she got up very early and began a spring cleaning which lasted a fortnight.
She swept, and scrubbed, and dusted; and she rubbed
up the furniture with
beeswax, and polished her
little tin spoons.