And then the big noise sounded again, louder than before:
"Whee! Whee! Toot! Toot!"
"Oh my!" said Squinty to himself, snuggling down in the straw of his box. "I never can squeal as loud as that. Never!"
He looked out and saw a big black thing rushing toward him, with smoke coming out of the top, and then the big black thing cried out again:
"Whee! Whee! Toot! Toot!"
"Oh, what a terrible, big black pig!" thought Squinty. And he was a bit frightened. But it was not a big black pig at all. It was only the engine drawing the train of cars up to the station to take the passengers away. And it was going to take Squinty, also.
Squinty thought the engine whistle was a pig's squeal, but it wasn't, of course.
Pretty soon the train stopped. The passengers made a rush to get in the cars. Bob, the boy, caught up the handle of Squinty's box, and, after some bumping and tilting sideways, the little pig found himself set down in a rather dark place, for the boy had put the box on the floor of the car by his seat, near his feet.
And there Squinty rode, seeing nothing, but hearing many strange noises, until, after many stops, he was lifted up again.
"Here we are!" the little pig heard the children's papa say. "Have you everything? Don't forget your pig, Bob."