oo light; and when he had blown the
house in, he ate up the little pig, and did not leave so much as the
tip of his tail.

The second little pig also met a man, and _he_ was carrying a bundle
of furze; so piggy said politely: "Please, kind man, will you give me
that furze to build me a house?"

The man agreed, and piggy set to work to build himself a snug little
house before the night came on. It was scarcely finished when the wolf
came along, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin," answered the second
little pig.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the
wolf. So he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at
last he blew the house in, and gobbled the little pig up in a trice.

Now, the third little pig met a man with a load of bricks and mortar,
and he said: "Please, man, will you give me those bricks to build a
house with?"

So the man gave him the bricks and mortar, and a little trowel as
well, and the little pig built himself a nice strong little house. As
soon as it was finished the wolf came to call, just as he had done to
the other little pigs, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me in!"

But the little pig answered: "No, no, by the hair of my
chinny-chin-chin."

"Then," said the wolf, "I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your
house in."

Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he
huffed, and he puffed; but he could _not_ get the house down. At last
he had no breath left to huff and puff with, so he sat down outside
the little pig's house and thought for awhile.

Presently he called out: "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
field of turnips."

"Where?" said the little pig.

"Behind the farmer's house, three fields away, and if you will be
ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together
and get some breakfast."

"Very well," said the little pig; "I will be sure to be ready. What
time do you mean to start?"

"At six o'clock," replied the wolf.

Well, the wise little pig got up at five, scampered away to the field,
and brought home a fine load of turnips before the wolf came. At six
o'clock the wolf came to the little pig's house and said: "Little pig,
are you ready?"

"Ready!" cried the little pig. "Why, I have been to the field and
come back long ago, and now I am busy boiling a potful of turnips for
breakfast."

The wolf was ve