The Bodleys telling stories . ingtoward us: — here Ned seizin»i; his knite, beat a iin*»:linn: tattoo onaflat iron which was lying near: then we heard a squeal: —here Ned s(|uealed piteously. Oh, please dont, said Lucy. Jingle, jingle, went Neds bells. The scpiealing kept on, and pi-etty soon a horse and sleigh camedriving up the hill. We could nt see any body driving, but wecould see a pig in a box on the seat. Was it a Suflblk ? interrupted Nathan, who was rather a pigfancier. •• Well, you might have thought it was a Suffolk ating. said it hadnt been for the squeal. The stopped
The Bodleys telling stories . ingtoward us: — here Ned seizin»i; his knite, beat a iin*»:linn: tattoo onaflat iron which was lying near: then we heard a squeal: —here Ned s(|uealed piteously. Oh, please dont, said Lucy. Jingle, jingle, went Neds bells. The scpiealing kept on, and pi-etty soon a horse and sleigh camedriving up the hill. We could nt see any body driving, but wecould see a pig in a box on the seat. Was it a Suflblk ? interrupted Nathan, who was rather a pigfancier. •• Well, you might have thought it was a Suffolk ating. said it hadnt been for the squeal. The stopped when he gotto us. We looked into the sleigh. There was a buffalo robe onthe bottom, and we thought the dri\er might have tund)led have stopped soiuewhei-e on the road, and that the horse hadstarted oil without him. This i)igs been to market, said Eustace Penhallow. •• Why, that s my cousin. said Phijipy. To be sure, he was one of the boys, said Ned. He cant find his way home, said I, lets show him. Just. THE MOONLIGHT COAST. A WINTER NIGHTS TALE. 19 then the horse started off again, and as he was going toward theschool, and our sport was over, we all gathered about the sleigh,putting the ropes of our sleds round the runners, so that we couldsit on the sleds and be drawn by the sleigh, but let go our hold atany moment. You see none of us exactly liked to get into thesleigh because the pig was there. As we went up the hill, we over-took the two boys who were ahead, and they fastened their sledstoo, and so we jogged along, the pig squealing, the sleigh-bells jing-lini*:, and we beo-iiniino to wonder what we should do about the horseand sleigh and pig, for after riding so fir, we felt we ought to dosomething about it; it seemed as if we had captured a prize andwere going into port. Just as we were coming to the school-house,the horse suddenly turned into a yard near by — it was Mr. Rem-icks — he was a farmer who supplied our school with milk ande(ji>:s
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