"Oh, I don't know," Mrs. Pig answered.
"And will he ever come back to us?" asked Twisty Tail.
"Perhaps, some day. I hope so," said Mrs. Pig, sort of sighing.
"Oh, yes, I think he will," said Mr. Pig. "When he gets quite large the boy will get tired of having him for a pet, and perhaps bring him back."
"Were you ever carried off that way, Papa?" asked Grunter, as he rubbed his back, where a mosquito had bitten him, against the side of the pen.
"Oh, yes, once," answered Mr. Pig. "I was taken away from my pen, when I was pretty large, and given to a little girl for a pet. But she did not keep me long. I guess she would rather have had her dolls, so I was soon brought back to my pen. And I was glad of it."
"Well, I hope they will soon bring Squinty back," Wuff-Wuff said. "It is lonesome without him."
But, after a while, the other pigs found so many things to do, and they were kept so busy, eating sour milk, and getting fat, that they nearly forgot about Squinty.
But, all this time, something was happening to the comical little pig.
Toward evening of the first day that Squinty had been put in the new little cage, the boy, who had not been near him in some time, came back to look at his pet.