"You know," said Grandma.
"This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed at home,
This little pig had bread and butter,
This little pig had none,
This little pig cried, 'Wee, wee, wee!
'I can't find my way home!'"
"Is there a story about those little pigs?" asked Mary. "I know I should like that."
So Grandma Hall told the children this story:
Once upon a time there was a mother pig and she had five little pigs.
They were the very prettiest little pigs you ever saw.
They were every one white, with pretty pink noses and very curly tails.
Perhaps the mother pig tied each little tail up at night to make it curl more tightly.
Curly and Whitey, Pearly and Twisty, and Baby, were the names of the five little pigs.
One day the mother pig said to Curly: "You must go to market to-day, my son. I want a nice big cabbage for my soup."