Mrs. Guinea Pig, whose back was to the door, gave such a jump that she nearly dropped the little pig.
“Oh, come right in,” she said pleasantly, when she saw Nibbles. “I am delighted to see you, only please close the door, as I don’t like a draft.”
Nibbles thought a draft of fresh air was very much needed, but he said nothing, and closed the door.
“You will find the Salamander in the kitchen,” said Mrs. Guinea Pig. “He ought to be cooking the dinner, but he probably is asleep, as the heat from the stove seems to go to his head.”
Just then there was a sudden splash and a loud squeal. While Mrs. Guinea Pig had been talking to Nibbles, one of the little pigs had jumped off the footstool, and had come over to see what the littlest piggy was doing. He had climbed up on the edge of the tub, and then had slipped, and fallen into the water, right on top of the baby.
Mrs. Guinea Pig was very angry with the naughty little pig for being disobedient, and also for spoiling its best blue bow. While she was giving him a shaking, the piggy on her lap fell onto the floor, and then there was such a squeaking and a squealing that Nibbles ran out of the room, without even waiting to say good-bye.
