“Where are you going, Bossie?” “Going with Piggie.”
“Where are you going, Piggie?”
“I am going to market to get 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 along. I am so fond of milk.” So Tabby raced along after Rover.
When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside while he hurried in and got the milk for his father’s supper. It did not take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry back home.
“Give me a sup for politeness’ sake,” meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck her head in the pail. “My, that’s good!”
“Pass it to me, Tabby,” barked Rover the dog, “for politeness’ sake. My, that’s good!”
“Give me a sup for politeness’ sake,” said Billie Goat. “My, that’s good.”
“Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness’ sake,” said Bossie the calf. “My, that’s good!”
