hildren had gone to bed, Grandpa said,

"I wish Tommy could live here with us all the time.

"I would like a good boy to help me."

"That is a good idea," said Grandma.

"It is lonely now that all our children are gone.

"And Tommy is just the kind of a boy I like."

So the next morning Grandma asked Tommy if he would like to live with
them.

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"Could Rags stay here, too?" asked Tommy.

"Of course he could," said Grandma.

"You could help Grandpa in the summer, and in the winter you could go
to school."

What do you think Tommy did?

He couldn't say a word.

He threw his arms around Grandma's neck and kissed her.

"Bow-wow," said Rags, jumping up beside them and barking as hard as he
could.

"Bow-wow, this is a good home, Tommy."

And Tommy thought so too.

This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed at home,
This little pig had bread and butter,
This little pig had none,
This little pig cried, "Wee, wee, wee!
I can't find my way home!"

FIVE LITTLE PIGS

Tommy Tucker and Mary had been busy all day helping Grandpa Hall pick
apples.

Now the supper dishes were done and the lamp was lighted.

"Tell us a story, Grandma," they begged.

"What shall I tell you?" said Grandma. "Shall I tell you about 'The
Three Bears,' or 'Tom Thumb,' or 'Red Riding Hood'?"

"Tell us a new story, please," said Mary.

"Well, I will tell you the story of the 'Five Little Pigs'."

"What five little pigs?" the children asked at the same moment.

"You know," said Grandma.

"This little pig went to market,
This little pig stayed at home,
This little pig had bread and butter,
This little pig had none,
This little pig cried, 'Wee, wee, wee!
'I can't find my way home!'"

"Is there a story about those little pigs?" asked Mary. "I know I
should like that."

So Grandma Hall told the children this story:

Once upon a time there was a mother pig and she had five little pigs.

They were the very prettiest little pigs you ever saw.

They were every one white, with pretty pink noses and very curly tails.

Perhaps the mother pig tied each little tail up at night to make it
curl more tightly.

Curly and Whitey, Pearly and Twisty, and Baby, were the names of the
five little pigs.

One day the mother pig said to Curly: "You must go to market to-day, my
son. I want a nice big cabbage for my soup."

So this little pig went to market.

The market w