The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse

Beatrix Potter children's story Tittlemouse illustration
Mrs Tittlemouse becomes upset when her house is filled with lots of uninvited visitors!
The Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse

 
 
Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and beesOnce upon a time there was a wood-mouse, and her name was Mrs. Tittlemouse. She lived in a bank under a hedge.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse at front door
Such a funny house! There were yards and yards of sandy passages, leading to storerooms and nut-cellars and seed-cellars, all amongst the roots of the hedge.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse looking in larder
There was a kitchen, a parlour, a pantry, and a larder.

Also, there was Mrs. Tittlemouse’s bedroom, where she slept in a little box bed!

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse lying in bed

Mrs. Tittlemouse was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.

Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages.

“Shuh! shuh! little dirty feet!” said Mrs. Tittlemouse, clattering her dust-pan.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and beetle
And one day a little old woman ran up and down in a red spotty cloak.

“Your house is on fire, Mother Ladybird! Fly away home to your children!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and ladybird bug

Another day, a big fat spider came in to shelter from the rain.

“Beg pardon, is this not Miss Muffet’s?”

“Go away, you bold bad spider! Leaving ends of cobweb all over my nice clean house!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and grasshopper in hole
She bundled the spider out at a window.

He let himself down the hedge with a long thin bit of string.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and spider

Mrs. Tittlemouse went on her way to a distant storeroom, to fetch cherry-stones and thistle-down seed for dinner.

All along the passage she sniffed, and looked at the floor.

“I smell a smell of honey; is it the cowslips outside, in the hedge? I am sure I can see the marks of little dirty feet.”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse with hand basket
Suddenly round a corner, she met Babbitty Bumble.

“Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz!” said the bumble bee.

Mrs. Tittlemouse looked at her severely. She wished that she had a broom.

“Good-day, Babbitty Bumble; I should be glad to buy some beeswax. But what are you doing down here? Why do you always come in at a window, and say Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz?” Mrs. Tittlemouse began to get cross.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse with hand basket looking at striped bee

“Zizz, Wizz, Wizzz!” replied Babbitty Bumble in a peevish squeak. She sidled down a passage, and disappeared into a storeroom which had been used for acorns.

Mrs. Tittlemouse had eaten the acorns before Christmas; the storeroom ought to have been empty.

But it was full of untidy dry moss.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse with hand basket in mouse hole
Mrs. Tittlemouse began to pull out the moss. Three or four other bees put their heads out, and buzzed fiercely.

“I am not in the habit of letting lodgings; this is an intrusion!” said Mrs. Tittlemouse. “I will have them turned out—”

“Buzz! Buzz! Buzzz!”—

“I wonder who would help me?” ”

Bizz, Wizz, Wizzz!”

—”I will not have Mr. Jackson; he never wipes his feet.”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse with basket arguing with bees

Mrs. Tittlemouse decided to leave the bees till after dinner.

When she got back to the parlour, 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.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse sneaking behind frog in chair
“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.

He sat and smiled, and the water dripped off his coat tails. Mrs. Tittlemouse went round with a mop.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse happy frog in pink coat

He sat such a while that he had to be asked if he would take some dinner?

First she offered him cherry-stones. “Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! No teeth, no teeth, no teeth!” said Mr. Jackson.

He opened his mouth most unnecessarily wide; he certainly had not a tooth in his head.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse serving dinner to toad
Then she offered him thistle-down seed—”Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff, puff!” said Mr. Jackson. He blew the thistle-down all over the room.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! Now what I really—really should like—would be a little dish of honey!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse happy frog hands on belly

“I am afraid I have not got any, Mr. Jackson,” said Mrs. Tittlemouse.

“Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!” said the smiling Mr. Jackson, “I can smell it; that is why I came to call.”

Mr. Jackson rose ponderously from the table, and began to look into the cupboards.

Mrs. Tittlemouse followed him with a dish-cloth, to wipe his large wet footmarks off the parlour floor.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and toad in hole
When he had convinced himself that there was no honey in the cupboards, he began to walk down the passage.

“Indeed, indeed, you will stick fast, Mr. Jackson!”

“Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse and toad leaving burrow

First he squeezed into the pantry.

“Tiddly, widdly, widdly? no honey? no honey, Mrs. Tittlemouse?”

There were three creepy-crawly people hiding in the plate-rack. Two of them got away; but the littlest one he caught.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse crawly bugs
Then he squeezed into the larder. Miss Butterfly was tasting the sugar; but she flew away out of the window.

“Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse; you seem to have plenty of visitors!”

“And without any invitation!” said Mrs. Thomasina Tittlemouse.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse butterfly on teacup

They went along the sandy passage— “Tiddly widdly—” “Buzz! Wizz! Wizz!”

He met Babbitty round a corner, and snapped her up, and put her down again.

“I do not like bumble bees. They are all over bristles,” said Mr. Jackson, wiping his mouth with his coat-sleeve.

“Get out, you nasty old toad!” shrieked Babbitty Bumble.

“I shall go distracted!” scolded Mrs. Tittlemouse.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse toad and bee
She shut herself up in the nut-cellar while Mr. Jackson pulled out the bees-nest. He seemed to have no objection to stings.

When Mrs. Tittlemouse ventured to come out—everybody had gone away.

But the untidiness was something dreadful—”Never did I see such a mess—smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown—and marks of big and little dirty feet—all over my nice clean house!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse mouse in nut cellar

She gathered up the moss and the remains of the beeswax.

Then she went out and fetched some twigs, to partly close up the front door.

“I will make it too small for Mr. Jackson!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse closing front doorShe 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 bed.

“Will it ever be tidy again?” said poor Mrs. Tittlemouse.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse asleep in rocking chair

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.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse standing in kitchen
When it was all beautifully neat and clean, she gave a party to five other little mice, without Mr. Jackson.

He smelt the party and came up the bank, but he could not squeeze in at the door.

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse mouse party

So they handed him out acorn-cupfuls of honey-dew through the window, and he was not at all offended.

He sat outside in the sun, and said—”Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Your very good health, Mrs. Tittlemouse!”

Beatrix Potter bedtime stories Tittlemouse toad arrives at mouse party 

Short story for kids by Beatrix Potter

 
Original illustrations by Beatrix Potter 

Header illustration adapted from illustration by Beatrix Potter 

Let’s Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids

 
Good Manners 

1. Mrs Tittlemouse was upset when Mr Jackson came into her house and made a mess without being invited. But she did not tell him not to come back. Why do you think that she didn’t she do this? 

2. Did Mr Jackson have very good manners coming into the house, looking for honey and having fights, all when he wasn’t invited? 

3. What do you think are ‘good manners’? 

Independent Thinking 

4. Can you think of some other ways Mrs Tittlemouse could have stopped Mr Jackson from coming into her house without hurting his feelings? 

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