But Don soon grew tired of that sort of play. "Let's play hide-and-seek,"
he said.

"All right," answered Joyce. "I'll run and hide, while you count to one
hundred."

Away she ran, and Don began to count. Just as he said, "Ninety-five,"
she ran to the chicken-house door. It was standing open, so she stepped
inside.

Now there was something in the chicken-house that Joyce did not expect
to find. One of Grandpa's pigs was there, rooting around in the loose
straw.

The pig was not looking for company; and he was so frightened that he
ran toward the door pell-mell. Joyce, standing just inside, was in his
way; and as he ran against her, she was lifted off her feet and thrown
on to his back. Mr. Piggy dashed wildly out of the chicken-house.

Just outside the door was a large, shallow pan full of water, which
Grandma kept there for the chickens. Joyce fell off the pig's back into
the pan of water; and then she rolled over in the dirt.

Don stopped counting when he heard her screams, and Grandma came hurrying
out. Poor Joyce! What a sight she was! And she was so frightened that
it took Grandma quite a while to quiet her sobs. But a bath and a change
of clothes made the little girl feel quite like herself again.

That evening when Grandma came up from the milking, she found the children