"Oh my! what a loud squeal that pig has!" exclaimed Squinty. "He can
squeal much louder than I can, I think. Let me try."

So Squinty went:

"Squee! Squee! Squee!"

And then the big noise sounded again, louder than before:

"Whee! Whee! Toot! Toot!"

"Oh my!" said Squinty to himself, snuggling down in the straw of his
box. "I never can squeal as loud as that. Never!"

He looked out and saw a big black thing rushing toward him, with smoke
coming out of the top, and then the big black thing cried out again:

"Whee! Whee! Toot! Toot!"

"Oh, what a terrible, big black pig!" thought Squinty. And he was a bit
frightened. But it was not a big black pig at all. It was only the
engine drawing the train of cars up to the station to take the
passengers away. And it was going to take Squinty, also.

Squinty thought the engine whistle was a pig's squeal, but it wasn't, of
course.

Pretty soon the train stopped. The passengers made a rush to get in the
cars. Bob, the boy, caught up the handle of Squinty's box, and, after