“Is that all? I will be right over,” and in a moment Snythergen stood beside the pig’s bed. When he saw what had happened to Squeaky he leaned back and laughed until another great tear splashed down upon the pig.
“I didn’t call you over to give me a bath,” said Squeaky. “You’re only making matters worse,—and what are you laughing at anyway! I can’t see anything amusing.”
“Why, you poor pig!” cried Snythergen, as soon as he could control his voice. “Can’t you see that the bed clothes wind up in the foot of the bed on rolls like window shades? All you need do is to lean over and pull the silk cords, but you must grasp them firmly. You can pull up or take off as much bedding as you like without getting out of bed. Now good night, I’m sleepy!” said Snythergen and he went back to his bed for the first comfortable night’s sleep of his life.
CHAPTER XV
TOY FOODS
The next morning “the three wise men” had a long chat with Santa Claus, and it was decided they were to come there to live. But Santa Claus explained to Snythergen kindly that as he had feared, it was against the laws of the Wreath to bring any more grownups there; and that he would be unable to include his parents in the invitation.
Snythergen looked so sorrowful when he heard this that Santa Claus said brightly: