"When I'm a man, I'm going to be rich, and then I'll give you and Mother
and Dada a fine house, and fine clothes, and things in plenty."
"However will you get the money?" asked Eileen.
"Oh! Giants or something," Larry answered, "or maybe being an
Alderman."
"Blathers!" said Eileen. "I've a better plan in my head. You know Dada
and Mother said we could have Diddy for our very own, because we found
her ourselves."
"I do," said Larry.
"Well, then," said Eileen, "I know it's about the rent they are
bothered, for it always is the rent that bothers them. Now, when the
Fair-time comes we'll coax Dada to let us take Diddy to the Fair.
She'll be nice and fat by that time, and we'll sell her, and give the
money to Dada for the rent!"
"Sure, it will be hard parting with Diddy, that's been like one of our
own family since the day we found her crying in the bog," said Larry.
"Indeed, and it will," said Eileen, "but we think more of our parents
than of a pig, surely."
"But however will we get her to the Fair to sell her?" said Larry.
"We'll get Dada to take her for us, but we'll never tell him we mean the
money to go for the rent until we put it in his hands," Eileen answered,
"and we won't tell any one else at all. It's a Secret."
"I'd like to be telling Dennis, maybe," said Larry.
"We can tell Dennis and Grannie Malone, but no one else at all," Eileen
agreed.