"We might hide him under the straw," suggested Wuff-Wuff. "Then that boy
could not find him when he comes to put him in a box, and take him
away."

"No, that would never do," said Mr. Pig. "The farmer is stronger and
smarter than we are. He would find Squinty, no matter where we hid him.
It is better to let him do as he pleases, and take Squinty away, though
we shall all miss him."

"Oh dear!" cried Curly Tail, for she liked her little brother very much,
and she loved to see him look at her with his funny, squinting eye. "Do
you want to go, Squinty?"

"Well, I don't want to leave you all," answered the comical little pig,
"but I shall be glad to go on a journey, and have adventures. I hope I
don't get lost again, though."

"I guess the boy won't let you get lost," spoke Mr. Pig. "He looks as
though he would be kind and good to you."

The pig family did not know when Squinty would be taken away from them,
and all they could do was to wait. While they were doing this they ate
and slept as they always did. Squinty, several times, looked at the hole
under the pen, by which he had once gotten out. He felt sure he could
again push his way through, and run away. But he did not do it.

"No, I will wait and let the boy take me away," thought Squinty.

Several times after this the boy and his sisters came to look down into