Jamie had no brothers or sisters, so he made friends with everything
about his father’s farm. He loved the trees because he could climb them
and sit among the branches.
Prince, his dog, was his constant companion, who always felt it his duty
to keep his eye upon everything about the premises, for when anything
went wrong he knew it, and had to help make it right.
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One day Jamie and Prince were playing tag; Prince stopped and began to
growl. He heard something stir in the cornfield, and soon found that the
mother pig had worked her way out of the sty and was rooting up the
beautiful corn. Prince knew what to do. He pulled the mother pig’s ear
until she was glad to go back again, and Jamie fastened her safely in.
“Where is little Piggie-Wig?” said Jamie; “he is out too.” They found
him in Prince’s kennel fast asleep. Prince soon hustled him out, and
Piggie-Wig sat down upon the garden walk to rest. Jamie threw himself
down before him to have a little talk with him. Piggie-Wig opened his
pink eyes and lifted his funny nose and looked at Jamie.
“Well,” said Jamie, “you thought you had found a fine little house when
you got into Prince’s kennel, I suppose.”
Piggie-Wig grunted and lay down upon the walk.
“You are a lazy fellow,” said Jamie; “boys are sometimes lazy—you like
to pull weeds, though, and I don’t.” Piggie-Wig grunted again.
After having a little talk together Jamie and Prince took Piggie-Wig
home, which was not a very easy thing to do, and went to the house for a
rest.
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