“Going with Piggie,” said the calf.
“Where are you going, Piggie?”
“Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father’s supper to-night,” squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.
“Are you? I believe I’ll go, too. I am so fond of milk.” So Billie Goat ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf.
Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the dog.
“Where are you going, Billie,” barked Rover, running out to the gate as he saw them rushing along. “Going with Bossie,” said the goat.
“Where are you going, Bossie?” “Going with Piggie.”
“Where are you going, Piggie?”
“I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father’s supper to-night,” squealed Piggie, in a great hurry.