“She is over a hundred, I know,” said Punk. “Yes, it is a shame she should have to go for that stupid booby. ‘Beefsteak-and-Onions’ I call him. But it isn’t altogether his fault. He’s only sent here from London by his uncle who owns the farm.”
“Well, what are we going to do with the old lady?” asked Ponk. “She can’t stay here.”
They set Pink to digging truffles
“We will wait till she falls asleep,” said Punk. “Then we’ll go into the woods and find a cave for her to spend the night in and cook something to eat.”
“Isn’t she asleep now?” asked Ponk. “Her eyes are shut.”
“No,” said the dog, “she’s crying. Can’t you feel the seat shaking? She always shuts her eyes and shakes when she cries.”
Presently the old lady and the pig began to snore together. So they waked poor Pink up and all three went into the woods. They set Pink digging truffles and Polly Ponk went off to the river and caught a fine trout while Punk got sticks together and made a fire.
“Now who’s going to do the cooking?” asked Punk.
“Oh, I’ll do that,” said Ponk.