When he had finished his supper, Frank again turned towards his mother.
"How can a dead pig run?" he asked.
"The pig was not dead," said his mother; "now make haste and go to bed. I don't want to have to nurse you to-morrow."
The little boy obeyed, muttering to himself: "The pig was dead. I believe what I have seen. Mamma must have misunderstood me."
CHAPTER II.
A Little Girl's Change of Life.
