But its tongue was the strangest part of it.

It came and went like lightning.

I was uneasy about it, and began to bark.
"What's the matter, Joe ?" said Mrs.Wood; "the pig won't hurt you." But it wasn't the pig I was afraid of, and I kept on barking.

And all the time that strange live thing kept sticking up its head and putting out its tongue at me, and neither of them noticed it.
"Its getting on toward six," said Mrs.Wood; "we must be going home.
Come, Mr.Maxwell." The young man put the guinea pig in his pocket, picked up his crutches, and we started down the sunny village street.

He left his guinea pig at his boarding house as he went by, but he said nothing about the other creature, so I knew he did not know it was there.
I was very much taken with Mr.Maxwell.He seemed so bright and happy, in spite of his lameness, which kept him from running about like other young men.