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their little pink babies in the old shoe--until long afterward, when she
told me the story, as I have told it to you.

[Illustration: "'TROT AS FAST AS YOU CAN TO MARKET AND GET ME
A PAIL OF MILK.'"]

THE GOOD LITTLE PIGGIE AND HIS FRIENDS

BY L. WALDO LOCKLING

Once there was a little piggie, a very good little piggie, who obeyed
his mother so well that often she let him out of the pen to play with
his friends on the farm. One afternoon this little piggie was playing
with them, when suddenly he heard his mother calling "Piggie, wiggie,
wiggie, wiggie, wiggie!"

"Piggie, dear," she said, as he ran to her, "take this and trot as fast
as you can to market and get me a pail of milk for Father's supper
to-night."

[Illustration: "'WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO, PIGGIE?' SAID BOSSIE CALF."]

So Piggie took the pail between his teeth, and off he went to do what
his mother told him. Now, you must remember that this little piggie was
such a dear, good little piggie, that he had a great many friends among
the other animals. So he had not gone far when who should spy him but
his friend Bossie Calf. "Hello, there!" said the calf. "Where are you
off to, Piggie?"

"I'm going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's
supper to-night," squealed Piggie.

"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." And the calf
leaped over his master's fence, and away he went scampering after
Piggie.

By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy
on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?"

"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.

"Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Rover
hurried along up the road after the goat.

Just as they turned into the