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legs。〃 Pigling Bland who was a sedate little pig； looked solemnly at his
mother； a tear trickled down his cheek。
Aunt Pettitoes turned to the other〃Now son Alexander take the hand〃〃Wee； wee； wee！〃 giggled Alexander〃take the hand of your brother Pigling Bland； you must go to market。 Mind〃 〃Wee； wee； wee！〃 interrupted Alexander again。 〃You put me out；〃 said Aunt Pettitoes〃Observe signposts and milestones； do not gobble herring bones〃 〃And remember；〃 said I impressively； 〃if you once cross the county boundary you cannot come back。 Alexander； you are not attending。 Here are two licenses permitting two pigs to go to market in Lancashire。 Attend Alexander。 I have had no end of trouble in getting these papers from the policeman。〃 Pigling Bland listened gravely； Alexander was hopelessly volatile。
I pinned the papers； for safety； inside their waistcoat pockets； Aunt Pettitoes gave to each a little bundle； and eight conversation peppermints with appropriate
moral sentiments in screws of paper。 Then they started。
Pigling Bland and Alexander trotted along steadily for a mile； at least Pigling Bland did。 Alexander made the road half as long again by skipping from side to side。 He danced about and pinched his brother； singing
〃This pig went to market； this pig stayed at home； 〃This pig had a bit of meat
let's see what they have given US for dinner； Pigling？〃
Pigling Bland and Alexander sat down and untied their bundles。 Alexander gobbled up his dinner in no time； he had already eaten all his own peppermints〃Give me one of yours； please； Pigling？〃 〃But I wish to preserve them for emergencies；〃 said Pigling Bland doubtfully。 Alexander went into squeals of laughter。 Then he pricked Pigling with the pin that had fastened his pig paper； and when Pigling slapped him he dropped the pin； and tried to take Pigling's pin； and the papers got mixed up。 Pigling Bland reproved Alexander。
But presently they made it up again； and trotted away together； singing
〃Tom； Tom the piper's son； stole a pig and away he ran！ 〃But all the tune that he could play； was ‘Over the hills and far away！'〃
〃What's that； young Sirs？ Stole a pig？ Where are your licenses？〃 said the policeman。 They had nearly run against him round a corner。 Pigling Bland pulled out his paper； Alexander； after fumbling； handed over something scrumply
〃To 2 1/2 oz。 conversation sweeties at three farthings〃〃What's this？ this ain't a license？〃 Alexander's nose lengthened visibly； he had lost it。 〃I had one； indeed I had； Mr。 Policeman！〃
〃It's not likely they let you start without。 I am passing the farm。 You may walk with me。〃 〃Can I come back too？〃 inquired Pigling Bland。 〃I see no reason； young Sir； your paper is all right。〃 Pigling Bland did not like going on alone； and it was beginning to rain。 But it is unwise to argue with the police； he gave his brother a peppermint； and watched him out of sight。
To conclude the adventures of Alexanderthe policeman sauntered up to the house about tea time； followed by a damp subdued little pig。 I disposed of Alexander in the neighborhood； he did fairly well when he had settled down。
Pigling Bland went on alone dejectedly； he came to cross roads and a sign…post〃To Market…town 5 miles；〃 〃Over the Hills； 4 miles；〃 〃To Pettitoes Farm； 3 miles。〃
Pigling Bland was shocked； there was little hope of sleeping in Market Town； and tomorrow was the hiring fair； it was deplorable to think how much time had been
wasted by the frivolity of Alexander。
He glanced wistfully along the road towards the hills； and then set off walking obediently the other way； buttoning up his coat against the rain。 He had never wanted to go； and the idea of standing all by himself in a crowded market； to be stared at； pushed； and hired by some big strange farmer was very disagreeable
〃I wish I could have a little garden and grow potatoes；〃 said Pigling Bland。
He put his cold hand in his pocket and felt his paper； he put his other hand in his other pocket and felt another paperAlexander's！ Pigling squealed； then ran back frantically； hoping to overtake Alexander and the policeman。
He took a wrong turnseveral wrong turns； and was quite lost。
It grew dark； the wind whistled； the trees creaked and groaned。
Pigling Bland became frightened and cried 〃Wee； wee； wee！ I can't find my way home！〃
After an hour's wandering he got out of the wood； the moon shone through the clouds； and Pigling Bland saw a country that was new to him。
The road crossed a moor； below was a wide valley with a river twinkling in the moonlight； and beyond in misty distancelay the hills。
He saw a small wooden hut； made his way to it； and crept inside 〃I am afraid it IS a hen house； but what can I do？〃 said Pigling Bland； wet and cold and quite tired out。
〃Bacon and eggs； bacon and eggs！〃 clucked a hen on a perch。
〃Trap； trap； trap！ cackle； cackle； cackle！〃 scolded the disturbed cockerel。 〃To market； to market！ jiggettyjig！〃 clucked a broody white hen roosting next to him。 Pigling Bland； much alarmed； determined to leave at daybreak。 In the meantime； he and the hens fell asleep。
In less than an hour they were all awakened。 The owner； Mr。 Peter Thomas Piperson； came with a lantern and a hamper to catch six fowls to take to market in the morning。
He grabbed the white hen roosting next to the cock； then his eye fell upon Pigling Bland； squeezed up in a corner。 He made a singular remark〃Hallo； here's another！〃 seized Pigling by the scruff of the neck； and dropped him into the hamper。 Then he dropped in five more dirty； kicking； cackling hens upon the top of Pigling Bland。
The hamper containing six fowls and a young pig was no light weight； it was taken down hill； unsteadily； with jerks。 Pigling； although nearly scratched to pieces； contrived to hide the papers and peppermints inside his clothes。
At last the hamper was bumped
down upon a kitchen floor； the lid was opened； and Pigling was lifted out。 He looked up； blinking； and saw an offensively ugly elderly man； grinning from ear to ear。
〃This one's come of himself； whatever；〃 said Mr。 Piperson； turning Pigling's pockets inside out。 He pushed the hamper into a corner； threw a sack over it to keep the hens quiet； put a pot on the fire； and unlaced his boots。
Pigling Bland drew forward a coppy stool； and sat on the edge of it； shyly warming his hands。 Mr。 Piperson pulled off a boot and threw it against the wainscot at the further end of the kitchen。 There was a smothered noise〃Shut up！〃 said Mr。 Piperson。 Pigling Bland warmed his hands； and eyed him。
Mr。 Piperson pulled off the other boot and flung it after the first； there was again a curious noise 〃Be quiet； will ye？〃 said Mr。 Piperson。 Pigling Bland sat on the very edge of the coppy stool。
Mr。 Piperson fetched meal from a chest and made porridge； it seemed to Pigling that something at the further end of the kitchen was taking a suppressed interest in the cooking； but he was too hungry to be troubled by noises。
Mr。 Piperson poured out three platefuls： for himself； for Pigling； and a third…after glaring at Pigling he put away with much scuffling； and locked up。 Pigling Bland