This should apply to the Society for the Preservation of the American Eagle." Glenn led her along the base of the wall to three other pens, in each of which was a fat old sow with a litter.

And at the last enclosure, that owing to dry soil was not so dirty, Glenn picked up a little pig and held it squealing out to Carley as she leaned over the fence.

It was fairly white and clean, a little pink and fuzzy, and certainly cute with its curled tall.
"Carley Burch, take it in your hands," commanded Glenn.
The feat seemed monstrous and impossible of accomplishment for Carley.
Yet such was her temper at the moment that she would have undertaken anything.
"Why, shore I will, as Flo says," replied Carley, extending her ungloved hands.

"Come here, piggy.

I christen you Pinky." And hiding an almost insupportable squeamishness from Glenn, she took the pig in her hands and fondled it.
"By George!" exclaimed Glenn, in huge delight.