"I came thee your grandpa'th pig." "O," said Katie, perfectly satisfied.
Off they started for the pig-pen.
[Illustration: WASHING THE PIG .-- Page 137.] "I'm glad Dotty Dimble goed away," said Katie, swinging Charlie's hand; "her's stinchy and foolidge." "Good girlth don't thay tho," said sweet little Charlie rather shocked.
"Well, I do; stinchy and foolidge!" repeated Katie, as severely as if she had known what the words meant.
The pig was not expecting any visitors, and when he found that Charlie and Katie had brought him nothing to eat, he did not seem very glad to see them.
"How you do, piggy ?" said Katie, swinging a stick through the opening by the trough.
Piggy ran away, looking very unamiable; and then he came back again, rolling his little eyes, and grunting sulkily.
"He don't look pleathant," said Charlie.
"No," replied Katie, archly; "I guess um don't want to be kissed." Piggy winked his pink eyes, as if to say, "Ah, but I do." "Does you ?" said Katie, kindly, "then I'll frow you one;" and she did it from the tips of her clean fingers.
"But piggy's velly dirty," said she, wiping her lips on her apron.
"Don't they wath him ?" said Charlie; "they wath theep." "Um isn't a sheep," returned Katie; "um's a pig." "But your gwampa could wath him." "No, gampa couldn't; gampa's deaf.

I'll tell Ruthie, and Ruthie'll wash him with the toof brush." "I with thee would," sighed Charlie; "thee ought to.

O ho!" he added, a bright thought striking him; "you got a mop ?" "A mop ?" "Yes; a bwoom 'thout any bwoom on it; only wags." Katie knew what he meant in a minute; and soon her hair was flying in the wind, as she ran into the house for her handled mop.

She looked first in the parlor, and then in the front hall; but at last she found it in the wash-room.

She was very sly about it, for she was not sure Ruthie would approve of this kind of housework.