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The pig family did not know when Squinty would be taken away from them,
and all they could do was to wait. While they were doing this they ate
and slept as they always did. Squinty, several times, looked at the hole
under the pen, by which he had once gotten out. He felt sure he could
again push his way through, and run away. But he did not do it.
"No, I will wait and let the boy take me away," thought Squinty.
Several times after this the boy and his sisters came to look down into
the pig pen. The pigs could tell, by the talk of the children, that they
were brother and sisters. And they had come to the farm to spend their
summer vacation, when there was no school.
"That's the pig I am going to take home with me," the boy would say to
his sisters, pointing to Squinty.
"How can you tell which one is yours?" asked one of the little girls.
"I can tell by his funny squint," the boy would answer. "He always makes
me want to laugh."
"Well, I am glad I am of some use in this world," thought Squinty, who
could understand nearly all that the boy and his sisters said.
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