"Where did ye git the thing, anyway?" Abner enquired. "Didn't raise it, did ye?"
"It's a Society pig, ye see," was the reply. "I only got it yesterday, an' sold it at once to Joe Sanders. That's where I'm takin' it now."
"Must be some class to that animal, Zeb. Society pig, eh? I s'pose it has all the marks of high life?"
"It ought to have. It was riz by the Agricultural Society, and they generally turn out good stuff. But this darn critter is certainly an exception by the way it acts."
"Why don't ye try Social Service methods on it, then?"
"Social Service methods!" Zeb exclaimed in surprise.
"Sure. Reform the thing; elevate it, of course."
"Elevate the devil!" was the disgusted retort.
"That's what Social Service is fer, though; to elevate the divil, accordin' to what Jess has been tellin' me."
"But, de ye think ye could elevate a pig?" Zeb savagely asked.