CHAPTER VII


SQUINTY LEARNS A TRICK

Squinty, the comical pig, tried to look out through the slats of the
box, in which he was being taken away, to see in which direction he was
going. He also wanted to watch the different sights along the road. But
the sides of the farm wagon were so high that the little pig could see
nothing. He stretched his fat neck as far as it would go, but that did
no good either. Squinty wished he were as big as his papa or his mamma.

"Then I could see what is going on," he thought.

But just wishing never made anyone larger or taller, not even a pig, and
Squinty stayed the same size.

He could hear the farmer and the children talking. Now and then the boy
who had bought Squinty, and who was taking him home, would look around
at his pet in the slatted box.

"Is he all right?" one of the girls would ask.

"He seems to be," the boy would say. "I am glad I got him."

"Well, he acts real cute," said another girl, who was called Sallie,