So this little pig went to market.
The market was not very far away,—just down the road and across the field to Grandpa Hall's cabbage patch.
"Be sure and get a good large one," said the mother pig, as Curly trotted away.
"Oh, Mother," said Whitey, "may I go to market with Curly?"
"No, Whitey," said his mother, "I want you to stay at home and take care of Baby.
"I shall be very busy all the morning.
"You may take Baby out into the yard and play with her."
So this little pig stayed at home.
Whitey took Baby and went out into the yard.
Pearly and Twisty were out there, but they were not playing.