Among the farmyard people . gh !Dont you want to come over with us,White Pig? You can imagine how the White Pigfelt when she heard this; how her smalleyes twinkled and the corners of hermouth turned up more than ever. Shewas just about to scamper over and rootwith them, when she remembered some-thing else that her mother had told her: Never run after other Pigs. Let themrun after you. Then they will think moreof you. She called back, I m having too gooda time here to leave my you come over here ? Come on, cried all the little Pigs toeach other. Beat you there ! The Lonely L
Among the farmyard people . gh !Dont you want to come over with us,White Pig? You can imagine how the White Pigfelt when she heard this; how her smalleyes twinkled and the corners of hermouth turned up more than ever. Shewas just about to scamper over and rootwith them, when she remembered some-thing else that her mother had told her: Never run after other Pigs. Let themrun after you. Then they will think moreof you. She called back, I m having too gooda time here to leave my you come over here ? Come on, cried all the little Pigs toeach other. Beat you there ! The Lonely Little Pig 115 They ate and talked and slept togetherall afternoon, and when the Brown Hogcalled her children home, they and theWhite Pig were the best of friends. Justthink, they said to their mother, theWhite Pig let us visit her, and she is justas nice as she can be. The White Pig in her corner of the penheard this and smiled to herself. Mymother was right, she said ; Have agood time alone, and everybody will wantto come/. THE KITTEN WHO LOST HER-SELF T THINK, said the Blind Horse, that* something is the matter with myears. He and the Dappled Gray hadbeen doing field-work all the morning, andwere now eating a hearty dinner in theirstalls. They were the only people on thefirst floor of the barn. Even the strayDoves who had wandered in the opendoor were out in the sunshine once in a while the whirr of wings toldthat some Swallow darted through thewindow into the loft above and flew toher nest under the roof. There was adeep and restful quiet in the sun-warmedair, and yet the Blind Horse had seemedto be listening to something which theother did not hear. 116 The Kitten who Lost herself 117 The Dappled Gray stopped eating atonce. Your ears ? said he. What iswrong with them ? I thought your hear-ing was very good. It always has been, was the answer, and finer than ever since I lost my know it is always so with us blindpeople. We learn to hear better than wecoul
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