But there was nothing in
the trough to eat, as yet, and the box seemed quite lonesome, for
Squinty was all alone.
"Here you are now! Some nice sour milk, and boiled potatoes!" cried the
boy, and then Squinty smelled the most delicious smell--to him at least.
Down into the trough came the sour milk and potatoes.
"Squee! Squee!" yelled Squinty in delight. And how fast he ate! That was
because he was hungry, you see, but pigs nearly always eat fast, as
though they were continually in a hurry.
"Oh, isn't it cute!" exclaimed a voice over Squinty's head. He looked
up, half shutting his one funny eye, and cocking one ear up, and letting
the other droop down. But he did not stop eating.
"Oh, isn't he funny!" cried another voice. And Squinty saw the boy and
his sisters looking at him.
"Yes, he surely is a nice pig," the boy said, "In a few days, when he
gets over being strange, I'm going to teach him some tricks."
"Ha! There's that word tricks again!" thought Squinty. "I wonder what
tricks are? But I shall very soon find out.
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