"Oh, isn't he funny!" cried another voice. And Squinty saw the boy and
his sisters looking at him.

"Yes, he surely is a nice pig," the boy said, "In a few days, when he
gets over being strange, I'm going to teach him some tricks."

"Ha! There's that word tricks again!" thought Squinty. "I wonder what
tricks are? But I shall very soon find out."

For a few days Squinty was rather lonesome in his new pen, all by
himself. He missed his papa and mamma and brothers and sisters. But the
boy came to see Squinty every day, bringing him nice things to eat, and,
after a bit, Squinty came to look for his new friend.

"I guess you are getting to know me, aren't you, old fellow?" the boy
said one day, after feeding Squinty, and he scratched the little pig on
the back with a stick.

"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty. That, I suppose, was his way of saying:

"Of course I know you, and I like you, boy."

One day, about a week after he had come to his new home, Squinty heard
the boy say:

"Now I think you are tame enough to be let out. I don't believe you will
run away, will you? But, anyhow, I'll tie a string to your leg, and then
you can't."

Squinty wished he could speak boy language, and tell his friend that he