was near him, and he could not hear his mamma or papa grunting near the
feed trough.

"Ha! It wasn't a dream, after all," thought Squinty, a bit sorrowfully.
"It's all real--I can do tricks, and a boy has me."

Every few days after that the boy took Squinty out of his pen, and let
him do the rope-jumping and the acorn-hunting tricks. And it did not
take Squinty long to learn to jump the rope when there was no apple on
the other side. The boy would say:

"Jump over the rope, Squinty!"

And over it the little pig would go. But if he did not get the apple as
soon as he jumped, he did get it afterward, which was just as good. It
was sort of a reward for his tricks, you see.

"Now you must learn a new trick," said the boy one day. "I want you to
learn how to walk on your hind legs, Squinty. It is not going to be
easy, either. But I guess you can do it. And I am going to take the rope
off your leg, for I do not believe you will run away from me now."

So the rope was taken off Squinty's leg. And he liked the boy so much,
and liked his new home, and the nuts and apples he got to eat were so
good, that Squinty did not try to run away.

"Up on your hind legs!" cried the boy, and, by taking hold of Squinty's
front feet, Bob raised his pet up on the hind legs.

"Now stand there!" the boy cried, but when he took away his hands of