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Now the following story will be about Buddy on horseback that is, providing no cats get into our coalbin to scratch the furnace and make it go out. One night Buddy Pigg's mamma came into his room, where he was sleeping soundly and dreaming he was playing a ball game with Bully and Bawly, the frogs, and Mrs. Pigg gently shook her little boy by the shoulder. "Wake up, Buddy!" she called. "Wake up!"
"They told me to come in any time, didn't they?" Jerry argued with himself. At last Jerry found a cellar window unlocked. He pushed and it swung in over an empty coalbin. The Bullfinches had an oil furnace but Jerry could see by the coal dust that there had once been coal in that bin. "I'll be bound to get my pants dirty but I guess it will brush off."
You got it crawling in the window into the Bullfinch coalbin, didn't you?" "I have a mineral collection that has a piece of coal in it. Some of the black must have rubbed off on me. That must have been it. I'm a very dirty boy. Every speck of dirt sticks to me. Mummy said so. She says I'm as dirty as a pig. Is a pig dirtier than a skunk, Jerry?"
Charcoal portraits came next, and the entire family hung in a row, looking as wild and crocky as if just evoked from a coalbin.
To be sure, the hall was so narrow it was fortunate that they had no piano, for one never could have been got in whole, the dining room was so small that six people were a tight fit, and the kitchen stairs seemed built for the express purpose of precipitating both servants and china pell-mell into the coalbin.
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