I've had a poached egg and a sausage roll
and four meringues."
"You'll be ill. Are the little Jutterlys with you?"
"Rather not. They're in a pigstye."
"A pigstye? Why? What pigstye?"
"Near the Crawleigh Road. I met them driving about a back road, and told
them they were to have tea with me, and put their donkeys in a yard that
I knew of. Then I took them to see an old sow that had got ten little
pigs. I got the sow into the outer stye by giving her bits of bread,
while the Jutterlys went in to look at the litter, then I bolted the door
and left them there."
"You wicked boy, do you mean to say you've left those poor children there
alone in the pigstye?"
"They're not alone, they've got ten little pigs in with them; they're
jolly well crowded. They were pretty mad at being shut in, but not half
as mad as the old sow is at being shut out from her young ones. If she
gets in while they're there she'll bite them into mincemeat. I can get
them out by letting a short ladder down through the top window, and
that's what I'm going to do _if we win_. If their blighted father gets
in, I'm just going to open the door for the sow, and let her do what she
dashed well likes to them.
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