"No, my little dear, he's alive enough, if that's all," said Mr. Allen.
"O, my stars!" said Prudy, sighing with delight. "Don't you wish you had such a pretty pink nose, and such little bits of shiny eyes?"
Mr. Allen laughed.
"O, so white and nice!" added Prudy. "He hasn't got a speck of red cheeks, 'cept his nose and little toes. Mayn't he have one of my oranges? I never did see any thing look so much like a sugar pig."
It did Mr. Allen and aunt Madge a world of good to see the child so pleased.
"Do you know," said she, eagerly, "who that piggy b'longs to?"
"Why, to grandpa, I suppose."
"O," said Prudy, very sadly, while the bright color died out of her cheeks at once, "I didn't know but it b'longed to grandma."
"Well, you little pet," said aunt Madge, laughing, "what do you care who it b'longs to? You can look at it all the same, can't you?"
"But," said Prudy, "do you s'pose——"