from the farmer.

Over the top of the box was nailed a cover with a handle to it, and by
this handle the pig in the little cage could be easily carried.

"There you are!" exclaimed the farmer. "Now he'll be all right until you
get him home."

"And, when I do, I'll put him in a nice big pen, and feed him well,"
said the boy. Squinty smacked his lips at that, for he was hungry even
now.

"Oh, have you caged him up? Isn't he cute!" exclaimed one of the boy's
sisters. "I'll give him the core of my apple," and she thrust it in
through the slats of the box. Squinty was very glad, indeed, to get the
apple core, and he soon ate it up.

"Come on!" cried the boy's father. "Is the pig nailed up? We must go for
the train!"

"I wonder what the train is," thought Squinty. He was soon to know. The
boy lifted him up, cage and all, and put him into the wagon that was to
go to the depot. Squinty knew what a wagon was and horses, for he had
seen them many times.

Then away they started. Squinty gave a loud squeal, which was his last
good-by to the other pigs in the pen, and then the wagon rattled away
along the road.

Squinty had started on his journey.