some bumping and tilting sideways, the little pig found himself set down
in a rather dark place, for the boy had put the box on the floor of the
car by his seat, near his feet.

And there Squinty rode, seeing nothing, but hearing many strange noises,
until, after many stops, he was lifted up again.

"Here we are!" the little pig heard the children's papa say. "Have you
everything? Don't forget your pig, Bob."

"I won't," answered the boy, with a jolly laugh.

"Well, I wonder what will happen next?" thought Squinty, as he felt
himself being carried along again. He could see nothing but a crowd of
persons all about the boy who carried the box.

"I don't know whether I am going to like this or not--this coming to
live in town," thought the little pig. "Still, I cannot help myself, I
suppose. But I do wish I had something to eat."

I guess the boy must have known Squinty was hungry, for, when he next
set down the box, this time in a carriage, the boy gave the little pig a
whole apple to eat. And how good it did taste to Squinty!

"Are you going to make a pen for him?" asked one of the boy's sisters,
as the carriage drove off.

"Yes, as soon as we get to the house," said the boy.

By this time Squinty was thirsty. There was no water in his cage, but, a