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Updated: June 28, 2025
The children were never happier than when Squeaky's nose was hidden in a tin can of buttermilk, and the precious five dollars bought countless numbers of currant buns, sugar cakes, and penny bones for Snatchet. Now Flukey lifted his head proudly and walked with the air of a boy on the road to fortune, and Flea kept at his side with the prince hugged close in her arms.
Give him this letter and tell him I'll love him every day. I took Snatchet because I thought I'd be lonely. Goodby." The last words were almost illegible. With twitching face, Ann handed the letter back to Horace. In the man before her she almost failed to recognize her brother, so great was the change that had come over him.
It was then that Shellington promised her that Squeaky should find a future home on their farm among other animals of the kind, and that he would make it his task to see that the little pig had plenty to eat, plenty of sunshine, and a home such as few little pigs had. Snatchet, too, Horace promised, should be housed in a warm kennel with the greyhounds and blooded pups.
"And can I bring Snatchet with me? I want him because he's Flukey's, and because he'll love me. Can I, Pappy Lon?" "Yep, damn it! ye can. Bring all the dogs in Tarrytown; but be back tomorry night." "I'll come, all right; but I'm goin' now." As the girl turned to go, Lem lumbered to his feet. "I've got somethin' to say about this!" he stuttered. "Sit down, Lem!" commanded Lon. Crabbe stood still.
Flea caught her breath in a gasp, and turned her eyes to a rift in a rock where the scow lay. Only a dark line distinguished it in the shadows. At the thought that it was to be forced upon her for a home, she cried again, and Snatchet, from his haven of rest, lifted his pointed yellow nose and wailed dismally, striving with all his dog's soul to assuage her unusual grief.
The Prince says as how ye can sleep in the barn, and mebbe mebbe he'll let me work for the victuals Snatchet and Squeaky stole." Flea added this hopefully. "Children," said Ann in a smothered voice, "listen to me! You're both welcome to all you've had, and more. The little dog and pig were welcome too." Tears rose under her lids, and she turned her head away, that the twins might not see them.
Then a shout from the rear sent Lem running to the stern of the scow which was now at a standstill. He looked down, and on Lon's arm he saw Fledra, pressing Snatchet against her breast. With his other hand the squatter was clinging to the rudder. "Here she is!" Cronk called. "Grab her up, Lem!"
The distant sound of a hoot-owl startled Flea from her tears. It was a familiar sound to her and came as a call from a friend. Creeping into the low woodshed, Flea took up a bundle of fagots from the corner, and, closing the door on Snatchet that he might not follow her, mounted the hill with the wood under her arm. Once at the top of the lane, she opened her lips and echoed the hoot.
The young mistress of the feathered queen was clinging, sobbing, to his hand. "Is that your dog?" Flea heard the man ask, pointing to Snatchet under the squatter boy's arm. "Yep." "Do you understand that he killed my little girl's prize hen?" "The dog ought to die, too!" cried a voice from the people. Her brother's sorrowful attitude made Flea press Flukey's arm soothingly.
With a shove that sent Lem backward, she freed herself and peered over the side. Snatchet had come to the surface, and in his vain effort to reach the scow his small paws were making large watery rings, which contorted the reflection of the moon strangely.
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