“Bring me my pencil now, my hand feels skilful, and the shadows lift from my waked spirit airily and swift,” and with an air of vast importance he began to execute his task. The little cousins were so fearful that he would take a sly peep at his work, that they blindfolded him, and his production was received with shouts of laughter. When they took off his muffler he saw this:
THE ACEPHALOUS OR ONE-EYED PIG.
“Oh what a bad pig,” said Cora.
“Oh what a bad pig,” said Maud.
“Oh what a bad pig,” said Adale.
“Oh what a bad pig,” said Leefee.
“My top—”
“Shall be mended,” said cousin Joe, taking little Bryant upon his knee.