Peter opened the door.
Flopsy stood there.
She stared at the mess.
"Where is Mrs. Tiggywinkle?" she asked.
Peter wiped soap from his eyes.
"She is on a holiday," he said.
"We are washing the clothes today," Benjamin said.
"Can you wash my red dress?" Flopsy said.
"I need it for a party."
"Um . . ." Peter tried to say no.
But Flopsy waved.
"Thank you! Good-bye!"
Benjamin stomped his foot.
"We will never fly my kite!"
Flopsy hopped down the hill.
Mrs. Tiggywinkle was sitting in the sun.
Mrs. Tiggywinkle waved. "Hello!
I'm on a lovely holiday."
"I know," Flopsy said.
"Peter and Benjamin are washing the clothes."
Mrs. Tiggywinkle gasped. "What?"
"They will wash my red dress," Flopsy said.
Mrs. Tiggywinkle gulped.
"They are making a big mess," Flopsy said.
"There was lots of soap and water."
Mrs. Tiggywinkle leaped up.
She ran home fast.