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"No, I'm afraid you would eat more apples than you would put in the pie," said Mrs. Twistytail with a laugh. "Run along now." "Come on Curly," said Floppy and he ran out and turned a somersault, even though it was near winter, for he felt happy, now that he had a name and didn't have to be called "Bub" or "Johnny" or something like that. "What shall we do?" asked Curly.
Twistytail and Mrs. Wibblewobble. Well, do you know, the first thing Mrs. Twistytail knew she had forgotten all about what she came after let's see now, what was it I declare I've forgotten myself. Just excuse me while I look back and see. Oh! I remember, it was a spool of thread. Yes, Mrs.
Twistytail to Curly, "and you can buy some corn candy with sour milk on top." That pleased the boy piggies very much, and they ran off to school with their pennies, while Mrs. Twistytail got ready to go shopping after her bonnet with Baby Pinky. Pretty soon they went down town and in the five and ten dollar bonnet store. "Have you any bonnets?" asked Mrs. Twistytail.
And they did, getting back to their house safely, and oh! how disappointed that bear was when he returned with the apples and found his pig dinner gone. He was so peevish that he threw all the apples away. And when Mrs. Twistytail saw her little boy she exclaimed: "Oh, my sakes alive! How did you get that curl in your tail?"
"I've bonnets becoming, and some that are stunning; I've bonnets to wear upside down. And if you will try one, I'm sure you will buy one, To go with your new party gown." "I'm sure I will, too," said Mrs. Twistytail, as the frog lady finished and made a little bow to the looking-glass. "You may show me the blue one," she went on, and frog lady did. "Oh, mamma! That is lovely!" cried Baby Pinky.
So that is all now, if you please, but on the next page, in case the sewing machine doesn't pull all the threads out of my little dog's hair ribbon, I'll tell you about Floppy and the bon fire. One night, after an election in Woodland, where the Twistytail family of pigs lived, Curly, one of the piggie boys, asked his brother Floppy if they couldn't have some fun.
I forgot to say that the Twistytail family of pigs lived in a regular house of course not the kind you boys and girls live in, but still it was a very good house for pigs. It had tables in it, and chairs and beds and all things like that. And the reason they were called "Twistytail" was because their tails did have a sort of twist or turn in them.
And so in case the rose bush doesn't scratch the lilac leaves off the pie plant and make the clothes line catch cold, I'll tell you next about Baby Pinkie and the lemon. One day, when Flop Ear and Curly Tail were at school, Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, said to Baby Pinky, her little girl: "Pinky, I am going to run across the street for a minute to ask Mrs.
There is nothing on the stove to boil over, but be careful not to go near the fire." "No, I'll stay right here, mamma," said Pinky. "I'll look out of the window, and watch the leaves dancing up and down in the breeze." So Mrs. Twistytail went over to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady's house, and Pinky sat down to wait for her to come back.
"We'll take the short cut through the woods," said the pig lady when they had alighted from the trolley car on which a nice toad gentleman was the conductor, because he could hop on and off so quickly, and not step on any one's toes. So through the woods went Mrs. Twistytail and Pinky, and they had not gone very far when, just as they got to the wolf's hollow log den out of which Mr.
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