[THE PIGLETS GO PICNICKING]
On the first day of July Little-wee Pig slipped quietly up behind Mother Grunty and gave the strings of her starched gingham apron a vigorous tug. "Know what day it is, Mumsie?" he asked as he peeked around to see his mother's face.
"Yes—why it's—Wednesday, isn't it?" answered Mother Grunty, who was too busy measuring baking soda for corn cakes to give much thought to questions.
"Yes, 'course it's Wednesday. But I don't mean that. I mean it's the first day of July."
"Yes, yes, I guess it is. And we haven't yet torn June from the calendar," chuckled Mother Grunty as she went to the pantry to get the sour cream jug.
"Well, but Mother! Don't you know that in three days it will be the Fourth of July! And we haven't a single firecracker or anything!"