"What fun!" shouted Joyce. "Now try it on me."
Grandpa spent quite a while catching first one and then the other. Joyce
was the hardest to catch, for after a few times she learned how to dodge
the rope.
"Why did you put those little pigs in the pen?" asked Don, following
close at his heels.
"They are getting in the cornfield," answered Grandpa, "and eating too
much of my corn."
"But can't you keep them out?" asked Don.
"No," said Grandpa; "for when I mend one place in the fence, the little
pigs are sure to find another place big enough to squeeze through. So
the only way I can keep them out is to pen them up. Don, you may carry
water for the little pigs--and they will need plenty, too, because it
is so warm."
That pleased Don, and he began at once to fill the trough which Grandpa
had placed in the pen.
That evening, Grandpa and Grandma and the children sat on the porch,
listening to the chirp of the katydids and the call of the whippoorwills.
"Grandma," said Don, "what kind of bee will you tell us about tonight?"
"Bee Sleepy, and go to bed," said Grandpa, with a wink at Grandma.
The children laughed. "No," said Don, "I don't want to hear about that
bee--not yet.
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