"Now, Squinty, I want you to walk to me all by yourself. Stand up!"

Squinty stood up on his hind legs. The boy backed away from him, and
stood a little distance off, holding out a nice, juicy potato this time.

"Come and get the potato," called the boy.

"Squee! Squee!" grunted Squinty. "I can't!" I suppose he meant to say.

"Come on!" cried the boy. "Don't be afraid. You can do it!"

Squinty wanted that potato very much. And the only way to get it was to
walk to it on his hind legs. If he let himself down on all four legs he
knew the boy would not give him the potato. So Squinty made up his
little pig mind that he would do this new trick.

Off he started, walking by himself on his hind legs, just like a trained
bear.

"Fine! That's the way to do it! I knew you could!" the boy cried when
Squinty reached him, and took the potato out of his hand. "Good little
pig!" and he scratched Squinty's back with a stick.

"Uff! Uff!" squealed Squinty, very much pleased.

And from then on the comical little pig learned many tricks.

He could stand up a long time, on his hind legs, with an apple on his
nose. And he would not eat it until the boy called: