“I brung the leddies I tol’ you about,” explained Mr. Ames, as he jumped out and turned to help Mrs. James and Natalie.
After introductions were over, Mrs. Ames remarked: “I’ll go call my husband. He’s at the barns tryin’ to coax a few little pigs from the mother.”
“Oh, oh! Are they tiny little pigs!” cried Natalie excitedly.
“Yes,—not much bigger’n a kitten.”
“Oh dear! Can’t I see them?” asked she anxiously.
Everyone laughed. “Of course you can,” returned Mrs. Ames.
“We will all go and see them,” added Mrs. James. “I like to see little creatures, too.”
So they all walked down the box-edged path-way to the neat out-buildings where Mr. Ames was struggling with two squirming little pink pigs that were determined to run away.
Natalie stood and watched while the battle for supremacy continued, and finally she offered to help hold them. But this was not necessary, as the farmer managed to get them in the pen especially built for the larger pigs of the litter.
“They’ve got to be weaned and give the lean ones a chance to grow better,” explained the farmer, mopping his brow after the struggle had ended.