Pigs! pigs! pigs! Big pigs and little pigs. Pigs rolling in fat and weighing a good three hundred pounds. Little baby pigs, pink and white, and too young to leave their mothers.
Streets full of men and pigs. Everybody talking, and many of them laughing and telling each other funny stories.
And all along the sides of the roads were horses and donkeys fastened to queer-looking wagons, in which the pigs had been brought to market.
Oh, a pig fair is a jolly sight, as Norah's brother would tell you.
The two blue dresses were made in a hurry by the mother, and now the whole family were going to a party at Mollie's house. It was to celebrate Hallowe'en. Patsy had to go, too, for there was no one to leave him with at home.
There was no baby-carriage for him. But that did not matter. He could go on his mother's broad back, after she had wrapped a big shawl over her shoulders.
The father led the procession. He felt very grand in a coat with long tails and a tall hat.
Of course, Norah and Katie felt fine in their new gowns. They walked behind their mother, looking from time to time at her new red petticoat, and then at their own dresses.