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Glenn led her along the base of the wall to three other pens, in each of

which was a fat old soith 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 te

"Why, shore I will, as Flo says," replied Carley, extending her ungloved

hands "Co an almost

insupportable squea in her hands

and fondled it

"By George!" exclaiht "I wouldn't have believed

it Carley, I hope you tell your fastidious and is in your beautiful hands"

"Wouldn't it please you more to tell him yourself?" asked Carley

"Yes, it would," declared Glenn, grimly