This thought made the little pig jump up and start toward home as fast as his short legs would carry him.
When they reached the sod house next to the brick one another pig was standing in the doorway looking out. He was larger than Ellen's companion.
He stared hard at the little girl and her gander, but when he spoke it was to the little pig. "You naughty little pig, why didn't you come home?"
The little pig did not answer this question. "Has Middling finished his roast beef?" he asked.
"There's some fat left."
As the little pig hurried in through the door, Ellen asked of the other, "Is this your house?"
"Yes," grunted the pig.
Three other pigs had appeared in the doorway by this time. They all stared at the little girl.
"It's a dear little house," said Ellen.