“What’s the matter? Why don’t you tell us of the fun you had in catching your pig?” asked Janet.
“Nothing to tell,” was Mrs. James’ reply.
“Because we never caught the pig!” exclaimed Norma.
“What! Then where is he now?” asked Janet, aghast.
“You’ll have to consult an oracle for that information, Janet,” returned Mrs. James, calmly. “Norma and I are mere mortals, without the gift of a wooden ouigi board.”
Everyone but Janet screamed at this retort, but she ran to the side porch to gaze fearfully up the road that went to Four Corners. Nothing that resembled a wee pig was in sight.
“Come in and finish your breakfast, Janet,” called Norma.
“I want my pig. I’ve lost a week’s income on hens not laying, but I can’t afford to lose a pig, too!” explained Janet, returning to the table, nevertheless, and eating her breakfast.
“Janet, if two pigs fail to afford you all the trouble you want in the future, I agree to buy you a third trouble-maker. But I refused to expire of heart failure due to chasing that pig all the way to Four Corners!” was Mrs. James’ emphatic declaration.
But neither plan had to be followed, because Si Tompkins caught the vagrant pig as it wandered into his barn yard and tried to eat the chicken-corn he had scattered for his poultry. Then when Frances drove the car to Four Corners for the mail, she was handed the feed-bag with the pig curled up inside of it.