"There!" cried the boy. "Didn't he jump the rope?"
"Oh, well, but he didn't jump it fast, back and forth, like we girls do," said Mollie.
"But it was pretty good--for a little pig," said Sallie.
"I think so, too," spoke the boy. "And I am going to teach him to jump real fast, and without going for an apple each time. I'm going to teach him other tricks, too."
"Oh dear!" thought Squinty, when he heard this. "So I am to learn more tricks, it seems. Well, I hope they will all be eating ones."
"Make him do it again," suggested Mollie, after a bit.
"No, I haven't any more apples," the boy answered. "And at first I'll have to make him jump for an apple each time. After a bit I'll not give him an apple until he has done all his tricks. Come on now, Squinty, back to your pen."
The boy lifted up his pet, and put him back in the pen that had been especially built for the little pig. As soon as he was in it Squinty ran over to the trough, hoping there would be some sour milk in it. But there was none.
"You've had enough to eat for a while," said the boy with a laugh. "Later on I'll give you your milk."
"Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, and I suppose he meant he would be glad to have the milk now. But he got none, so he curled himself up in the clean straw and went to sleep.