ld not have hurt
her.

Soon the little pig came to the brook of cool water, and after looking
about, to see that there was no danger near, Squinty waded in, and took
a long drink. Then he rolled over and over again in it, washing off all
the mud and dirt, and coming out as clean and as pink as a little baby.
Squinty was a real nice pig, even if he had run away.

"Let me see," he said to himself, after his bath. "What shall I do now?
Which way shall I go?"

Well, he happened to be hungry after his swim. In fact Squinty was very
often hungry, so he thought he would see if he could find anything more
to eat.

"I have had potatoes and pig weed," he thought, "and now I would like
some apples. I wonder if there are any apple trees around here?"

He looked and, across the field of corn, he thought he saw an apple
tree. He made up his mind to go there.

And that is where Squinty made another mistake. He made one when he ran
away from the pen, and another one when he started to go through the
corn field.

Corn, you know, grows quite high, and pigs, even the largest of them,
are not very tall. At least not until they stand on their hind legs.
That was a trick Squinty had not yet learned. So he had to go along on
four legs, and this made him low down.

Now he had been able to look over the tops of the potato vines, as they
were not very high, but Squinty could not look over the top of the corn
stalks. No sooner had he gotten into the field, and started to walk
along the corn rows, than he could not see where he was going. He could
not even see the apple tree in the middle of the field.

"Well, this is queer," thought Squinty. "I guess I had better go back.
No, I will keep on. I may come to the apple tree soon."

He hurried on between the corn rows. But, though he went a long
distance, he did not come to the apple tree.

"I guess I will go back to the brook, where I had my bath, and start
over again from there," thought Squinty. "I will not try to get any
apples to-day. I will eat only potatoes and pig weed. Yes, I will go
back."

But that was not so easy to do as he had thought. Squinty went this way
and that, through the rows of corn, but he could not find the brook. He
could not find his way back, nor could he find the apple tree. On all
sides of him was the tall corn. That was all poor Squinty could see.

Finally, all tired out, and dusty, the little pig stopped, and sighed:

"Oh dear! I guess I am lost!"