a little boy; but I think I am
quite big. I shall be six years
old next May.

Last summer, mamma took
me to grandpa's, to stay a few
weeks. When we got to the
house, I asked grandpa if I
might go with him every day
to feed the pigs. He said,
"Yes."

So the next morning I went.
There were four large pigs, and
six little ones; and, when the
food was put into the trough,
they were all so eager to get it,
that they kept tumbling over
one another.

One morning, there was not
a pig in the pen. We hunted
everywhere, but could not find
them. At last, grandpa said,
"They must be in the turnip-
garden." Sure enough, there
they were.

The moment they saw us,
they scampered; but, after a