FIRST GRAND MEET OF AMERICAN WHEELMEN.—Drawn by W. P. Snyder.
THE PIG'S PENNY.
BY W. O. STODDARD.
It was the pig did it.
The bigger that pig grew, the more he squealed, and the less he seemed to like his pen.
Ben knew it, but for all that he wondered how it came to pass that he should find that pig in the village street, half way down to the tavern.
"Out of the pen into the barn-yard, and out of that into the street when the gate was open. Won't I have a time getting him home!"
There was little doubt of that, for the pig felt that it was his duty to root as he went, and he refused to walk quietly past any good opportunity to thrust his snub-nose into something.