Mrs McQueen was just setting away a pan of milk. She stopped with the pan in her hand.
“Leave them go,” she said.
Mr McQueen smoked awhile in silence. At last he said:—
“It’s your own pig, and I suppose you can go, but you’ll have a long day of it.”
“The longer the better,” said the Twins.
All that week they carried acorns, and turnip-tops, and everything they could find that was good for pigs to eat, and fed them to Diddy, and she got fatter than ever.
The day before the Fair, they took the scrubbing-pail and the broom, and some water, and scrubbed her until she was all pink and clean. Then they put her in a clean place for the night, and went to bed early so they would be ready to get up in the morning.
When the first cock crowed, before daylight the next morning, Eileen’s eyes popped wide open in the dark. The cock crowed again. Cock-a-doodle-doo!
“Wake up, Larry darling,” cried Eileen from her bed. “The morn is upon us, and we are not ready for the Fair.”