"Pies," said Curly.

"Pudding," suggested Flop, as he tried to make his slimpsy ear stand
up straight, but he couldn't.

"Neither one," said their mother. "But if one of you will go to the
store for me I'll make a Johnny cake for supper."

"A Johnny cake?" asked Curly. "Is it called that because a boy has
to be named Johnny to eat it?"

"No," answered his mother with a laugh, "but lots of boys named
Johnny do eat it. However, just at the last minute I find that I
have no corn meal. Now who wants to go to the store for a bag full,
so I can make the Johnny cake?"

"I went for the eggs, last time," said Curly, sort of slow and
thoughtful like.

"Then I suppose it's Flop's turn to go for the bag of meal," said
his mother. "But I do hope the bad dog doesn't chase him."

"Oh, I'm not afraid, mamma," said the little piggie boy. "If he
comes after me I'll throw corn meal dust in his nose and make him
sneeze, and then he can't see to catch me."

"Very well," said Mrs. Twistytail, so she gave Flop the money for
the bag of meal. Off he started to the store, while his brother,
Curly, went back in the yard to play hop-skip-and-jump, all by