k through the drum, he tore off the tail from the
kite, and then pulled off the horse's head. And then he went to the
cupboard and ate the jam. When Mrs. Pig came home, she sat down by
the fire, and being very tired, she soon fell asleep. No sooner had
she done so, than this bad little pig got a long handkerchief and
tied her in her chair. But soon she awoke and found out all the
mischief that he had been doing. She saw at once the damage that he
had done to his brother's playthings. So she quickly brought out her
thickest and heaviest birch, and gave this naughty little pig such a
beating as he did not forget for a long time.

[Illustration: Little Pig tying mother to chair.]

[Illustration: Little Pig in Dunce cap.]

The Little Pig who had Roast Beef.

This little pig was a very good and careful fellow. He gave his
mother scarcely any trouble, and always took a pleasure in doing all
she bade him. Here you see him sitting down with clean hands and
face, to some nice roast beef, while his brother, the idle pig, who
is standing on a stool in the corner, with the dunce's cap on, has
none. He sat down and quietly learned his lesson, and asked his
mother to hear him repeat it. And this he did so well that Mrs. Pig
stroked him on the ears and forehead, and called him a good little
pig. After this he asked her to allow him to help her make tea.
He brought everything she wanted, and lifted off the kettle from
the fire, without spilling a drop either on his toes or the carpet.
By-and-bye he went out, after asking his mother's leave, to play with
his hoop. He had not gone far when he saw an old blind pig, who, with
his hat in his hand was crying at the loss of his dog; so he put his
hand in his pocket and found a halfpenny which he gave to the poor
old pig. It was for such thoughtful conduct as this that his mother
often gave this little pig roast beef. We now come to the little pig
who had none.

[Illustration: Little Pig eating roast beef.]

The Little Pig who had None.

This was a most obstinate and wilful little pig. His mother had set
him to learn his lesson, but no sooner had she gone out into the
garden, than he tore his book into pieces. When his mother came back
he ran off into the streets to play with other idle little pigs like
himself. After this he quarrelled with one of the pigs and got a
sound thrashing. Being afraid to go home, he stayed out till it was
quite dark and caught a severe cold. So he was take