of many feet.

"Oh, look at the pigs!" someone cried, and Squinty, and his brothers and
sisters, looking up, saw, over the edge of the pen, some boys and girls
looking down on them.

"Oh, aren't they cute!" exclaimed a girl.

"Just lovely!" said another girl. "Pigs are so nice!"

"I wonder if any of them can do any tricks?" asked a boy who stood
looking down into the pen.

"These aren't trained circus pigs," spoke one of the girls. "They can't
do tricks."

The boy and the girls stayed for a little while, watching the pigs. Then
the boy said:

"Let's pull some weeds and feed them."

"Oh, yes, let's!" cried the girls. The pigs were glad when they heard
this, and they were more glad when the boy and the girls threw pig weed,
and other green things from the garden, into the pen. The pigs ate them
all up, and wanted more.

After that, for several days, Squinty and his brothers and sisters could
hear the boy and the girls running about the garden, but they could not
see them because the boards around the pig pen were too high. The boy
and the girls seemed to be having a fine time.