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Why should he be? for no men or boys had ever been cruel to him. "Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, getting up and going over to one of the bags of sand. "Maybe that is good to eat!" he thought. "If it is I will take a bite. I am hungry." "Oh, look at that pig!" suddenly called one of the men in the balloon basket. "Sure enough, it is a pig!" exclaimed the other.
The colonel's eyes popped; the hands of the three maidens fluttered. Warrington bowed awkwardly, for he was decidedly confused. "Ha!" boomed the German. "Vat do you tink uff . . . ." And from soup to coffee Warrington eluded, dodged, stepped under and ran around the fusillade of questions. Elsa laughed softly. There were breathing-spells, to be sure.
Are you goink to swallow up all de street-railwaiss unt elefated roats out dere?" Cowperwood smiled his most ingenuous smile. "Why? Would you like me to leave a few for you?" "Not dot exzagly, but I might not mint sharink in some uff dem wit you." "You can join with me at any time, Mr. Gotloeb, as you must know. The door is always very, very wide open for you." "I musd look into dot some more.
Martin Cunningham spoke by turns, twirling the peak of his beard, to the assistant town clerk and the subsheriff, while John Wyse Nolan held his peace. What Dignam was that? long John Fanning asked. Jimmy Henry made a grimace and lifted his left foot. O, my corns! he said plaintively. Come upstairs for goodness' sake till I sit down somewhere. Uff! Ooo! Mind!
The distention by which he began to express his emotion appeared to be increasing; his slender throat swelled as his cheeks puffed. His shoulders rose toward his ears; he lifted his right leg in an unnatural way and held it rigidly in the air. "Stop that, Penrod!" Mrs. Schofield commanded. "You stop it!" He found his voice. "Uff!
But the boy came to see Squinty every day, bringing him nice things to eat, and, after a bit, Squinty came to look for his new friend. "I guess you are getting to know me, aren't you, old fellow?" the boy said one day, after feeding Squinty, and he scratched the little pig on the back with a stick. "Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty.
As soon as he was in it Squinty ran over to the trough, hoping there would be some sour milk in it. But there was none. "You've had enough to eat for a while," said the boy with a laugh. "Later on I'll give you your milk." "Uff! Uff!" grunted Squinty, and I suppose he meant he would be glad to have the milk now. But he got none, so he curled himself up in the clean straw and went to sleep.
But something else happened in the morning. Squinty was awake when the sun first peeped up from behind the clouds. The little pig scratched his ear, where a mosquito had bitten him during the night. Then he stretched first one leg and then the others, and said: "Ha! Ho! Hum! Uff! Uff! I guess I'll have some acorns for my breakfast." It was a very easy matter for Squinty to get his breakfast.
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