"Good!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he limped off on his red, white and blue rheumatism crutch. "And if the apple pie lady comes whistling along again, get her to make us a prune pudding," he said.
"We will," promised the piggie boys, and then they began to play games in front of the Lake Hopatcong bungalow, while Uncle Wiggily went to see Pop Goes the Weasle, who kept the grocery store.
"Well, I guess she isn't coming," said Flop, after a while.
"Who?" asked Curly.
"The pie lady. I do wish she would, for I am hungry," and he looked at the bushes, and, all of a sudden, they began to rustle, and the piggie boys didn't know whether to run away or stay there.
"Maybe it's the pie lady," said Curly.
"Yes, and maybe it's the bad black bear," suggested Flop. "I'm going to run into the bungalow!"
Well, he was just going to run, and Curly was going to follow, when, all at once, a sweet gentle voice said:
"Oh, dear, I'm sure I'll never find any! Oh, and I want it so much!
I wonder where I could get any?"
The two piggie boys looked, and there they saw an Indian maiden coming out of the bushes. They knew she was an Indian maiden because her hair was in two long braids, hanging down in front of her, and she had a brown dress on, and she was very beautiful, just like a picture.