At last the red-haired boy, whom Mary hoped would win, drove a pig into a corner, and as the crowd watched he managed to grasp it by a fore and hind leg and held it close to him.
"Now I've got you, you little rascal!" he cried, and the crowd cheered as the little black pig wriggled in his arms and tried in vain to get away.
The boy was now shown a number of prizes from which to choose. He selected a silver watch and chain, with which he started off as proud as a peacock.
"You brought him good luck, wishing that he would win," said Beth to Mary as they turned to go.
CHAPTER V
THE GREASED POLE
"Did you ever see such large tomatoes?" exclaimed Jerry, pointing to a booth where some prize vegetables were being exhibited.
"I'm glad you like them," said a fat, smiling old woman who was standing near them, "for I grew them myself and they're prize winners."