"Can I help you about anything this morning?" asked Robert of James, as
he strolled out into the barnyard after breakfast.
"I am going to feed the pigs," said James. "You may go with me if you
like."
Robert did not seem very much pleased with this invitation, and, as
James looked surprised, he said:
"I do not like pigs, they are so dirty. Besides, they are always
squealing, and they live in such a disagreeable place under the barn."
James smiled. "Come with me and see our pigs," he said; "perhaps you
will like them better than you think."
James had a large wheelbarrow with him, and on the way he stopped in a
fine field of clover and cut enough of it to fill the wheelbarrow to the
very top. Robert helped him pile up the clover, and he would have liked
to wheel the barrow, but it was too heavy for him.
They passed on into another field where Robert saw a row of little
houses. Each little house had a yard inclosed by a board fence, which
was not too high for Robert to look over.
In the first yard was a fine, large sow and six clean little pigs, four
of them white, and the other two black and white. They were frisking
around their mother and playing almost as prettily as young puppies.
There was space enough in the yard to give them plenty of room for their
frolic.
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