“I—I saw a pig!” shuddered Isabelle.
“Nonsense!” returned Doctor Rhodes. “You couldn’t have seen a pig. You’ve been having a nightmare—you ate too much roast pork for dinner.”
“No, no,” insisted Isabelle, “it was a pig.”
“There’s no such animal as a night pig,” returned Doctor Rhodes, with dignity. “Now get back to your beds, all of you, and don’t let me hear another sound from any of you tonight, about pigs or anything else.”
Mabel, tired as she was, stayed awake for an hour wondering what had become of the poor little pig. Although she listened with all her ears, not even the faintest squeal could she hear. Finally she dropped asleep.
“Mabel,” said puzzled Isabelle, the next morning, “I really thought I saw a pig last night. Did you see one?”
“I thought I heard one,” returned Mabel, who was busy in the closet, stuffing a milky bottle into her pocket. “But of course no pig could climb all those stairs.”
“That’s so, too,” said Isabelle. “It may have been that pork—I forgot to eat my apple sauce.”
“I’m sure it was pork,” agreed Mabel, wickedly and truthfully.
At breakfast time Mabel found a note under her plate.