BABY PINKY AND THE DOCTOR
One night, in the piggie house where Mr. and Mrs. Twisty tail lived with their three children, there was a crying noise.
"Hey! What's that?" asked Curly, one of the piggie boys, as he threw some of the straw from his bed over on the one where his brother Floppy slept.
"Oh, I don't know. Cats howling, I guess," answered Flop. "Go to sleep and don't mind 'em."
So he and Curly tried hard to go to sleep again, but you know how it is, sometimes, the more you try to close your eyes, and dream, the wider awake you get. It was this way with the two piggie boys, though you can hardly blame them for not sleeping, as the crying noise sounded louder and louder.
"That isn't cats," said Curly, after a while.
"No," agreed Flop. "I guess it isn't. Sounds more like Baby Pinky crying. I wonder what's the matter?"
"Let's get up and look," suggested Curly who always liked to be doing something, even at night. So the two piggie boys crawled softly from their beds and looked out of the door. They saw in the next room their papa scooting around in his bare feet, carrying a kettle of hot water, and then they heard their mamma saying:
"There, there now, little one. Your pain will soon be better. Don't cry and wake up the boys."
"Oh, we are awake!" exclaimed Curly through the open door of his room.