"
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed
and huffed; but he could not get the house down. Finding that he could
not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:--
"Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."
"Where?" said the little pig.
"Oh, in Mr Smith's field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning we
will go together, and get some for dinner."
"Very well," said the little pig. "What time do you mean to go?"
"Oh, at six o'clock."
So the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf
came crying:--
"Little pig, are you ready?"
The little pig said: "Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a
nice potful for dinner."
The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be a match for
the little pig somehow or other, so he said:--
"Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree."
"Where?" said the pig.
"Down at Merry-garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive me
I will come for you, at five o'clock to-morrow, and get some apples."
The little pig got up next morning at four o'clock, and went off for the
apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but it took long to climb
the tree, and just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming.
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