Presently a pig came trotting along.
The child did not wish to ask the pig if he were his brother, but the pig
did not wait to be asked.
"Hallo, brother!" he grunted.
"I am not your brother!" said the child.
"Oh yes, you are!" said the pig. "I confess I am not proud of you, but
there is no mistaking the members of our family. Come along, and have a
good roll in the barnyard! There is some lovely black mud there."
"I don't like to roll in mud!" said the child.
"Tell that to the hens!" said the Pig Brother. "Look at your hands and
your shoes, and your pinafore! Come along, I say! You may have some of the
pig-wash for supper, if there is more than I want."
"I don't want pig-wash!" said the child; and he began to cry.
Just then the Tidy Angel came out.
"I have set everything to rights," she said, "and so it must stay. Now,
will you go with the Pig Brother, or will you come back with me, and be a
tidy child?"
"With you, with you!" cried the child; and he clung to the Angel's dress.
The Pig Brother grunted.
"Small loss!" he said. "There will be all the more wash for me!" And he
trotted off.
THE CAKE[1]
[Footnote 1: From _The Golden Windows_, by Laura E. Richards. (H.R.
Allenson Ltd. 2s. 6d. net.)]
A child quarrelled with his brother one day about a cake.
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