ave seen any of you pigs in the garden," went
on Don, still keeping hold of Squinty's ear, "and I want you, please, to
go back in your pen."

"Oh, I'll go! I'll go!" cried Squinty. "Only let loose of my ear, Mr.
Dog, if you please!"

"What! Have you hold of Squinty's ear?" asked Wuff-Wuff. "Oh, do please
let him go!"

"Yes, I will, now that you are here," said Don, and he took his strong,
white teeth from the piggy boy's ear. "I did not bite him hard enough to
hurt him," said Don. "But I had to catch hold of him somewhere, and
taking him by the ear was better than taking him by the tail, I think."

"Oh, yes, indeed!" agreed Mr. Pig. "Once, when I was a little pig, a dog
bit me on the tail, and I never got over it. In fact I have the marks
yet," and he tried to look around at his tail, which had a kink in it.
But Mr. Pig was too fat to see his own tail.

"So that's why I took hold of Squinty by the ear," went on Don. "Did I
hurt you very much?" he asked the little pig who had run out of the pen.

"Oh, no; not much," Squinty said, as he rubbed his ear with his paw.
Then, as he saw a bunch of pig weed close to him, he began nibbling
that. And his brothers and sisters, seeing him do this, began to eat the
pig weed also.

"Come! This will never do!" barked Don, the dog. "I am sorry, but all
you pigs must go back in your own pen. The farmer would not like you to
be out in his garden."

"Yes, I suppose we must," said Mrs. Pig, with a sigh. "Yet it is very
nice out in the garden. But we must stay in our pen."

"Come, children," said Mr. Pig. "We must stay in our own place, for if
we rooted up the farmer's garden, much as we would like to do it, he
would have no vegetables to eat this winter. Then he might be angry at
us, and would give us no more sour milk. So we will go back to our pen."

"Bow wow! Bow wow!" barked Don, running here and there. "I will show you
the way back to your pen," he said, kindly.

And he capered about, here and there, driving the pigs back to the place
where Squinty had run from, and where all the others had come from, to
see what had happened to him.

The farmer, who was hoeing corn, heard the barking of his dog. He
dropped the hoe and ran.

"Something must have happened!" he cried. "Maybe the big bull has gotten
loose from his field, and is chasing someone with a red dress."

Into the garden he ran, and then he saw Don driving Squinty, and his
brothers and sisters, and mother and fath