"Huldy never said a word to the minister about his experiment, and he never said a word to her; but he sort o' kep more to his books and didn't take it on him to advise so much.
"But not long arter he took it into his head that Huldy ought to have a pig to be a-fattin' with the buttermilk.
"Mis' Pipperidge set him up to it; and jist then old Tom Bigelow, out to Juniper Hill, told him if he'd call over he'd give him a little pig.
"So he sent for a man, and told him to build a pig-pen right out by the well, and have it all ready when he came home with his pig.
"Huldy said she wished he might put a curb round the well out there, because in the dark sometimes a body might stumble into it; and the Parson said he might do that.
"Wal, old Aikin, the carpenter, he didn't come till 'most the middle of the afternoon; and then he sort o' idled, so that he didn't get up the well-curb till sundown; and then he went off, and said he'd come and do the pig-pen next day.
"Wal, arter dark, Parson Carryl, he driv into the yard, full chizel, with his pig.
"'There, Huldy. I've got you a nice little pig.'
"'Dear me!' says Huldy; 'where have you put him?'
"'Why, out there in the pig-pen, to be sure.'