"S'pose what?"
"Do you s'pose if grandpa thought I was a darlin'——" Prudy could get no farther.
"Of course he knows you're a darling!" said aunt Madge.
"Do you s'pose when I don't tease for things to eat, and grandma says I may think what I want for a present, he'd be willing I should have—she should give me that—piggy?"
"O, what a Prudy!" said aunt Madge, laughing till she cried. "Isn't there something nicer you would like for a present? You'd better think again."
"O, no, no," said Prudy, trembling with eagerness. "If grandma should give me a house full of dolls and candy all rolled up, and every single present in the world, I'd rather have that piggy."
"Well, well," said Mr. Allen, "I guess the folks that wouldn't give their pigs away to Prudy don't live here. Let's go and see."
They went into the house to see grandpa. Of course he said Yes.
"Of all the funny presents!" said grandma;—but Prudy was happy, and that was enough.
Grandpa was very kind, but there was one thing he would not consent to—he would not let the pig come into the house. But as he said he would be sure to take good care of it, and give it sweet milk to drink, Prudy did not mind so much.