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“Gone,” he replied.
“How shall I return home?” asked John uneasily.
“There is one way,” said the little man; “ride astride this pig, and he will take you home, but you must not utter a word on the way.”
“Oh, if that is all,” said John, “I know how to hold my tongue.”
So saying, he got on the pig’s back, and they started.
THE PIG TRAVELLED VERY QUICKLY
The pig travelled very quickly, obstacles were nothing to him. He leapt over hedges and ditches, until they reached a river twenty feet wide.
“We shall never arrive on the opposite bank,” thought John Twist, but the thought had hardly occurred to him, when w-whip—the pig landed on the other side.
“That was a splendid jump,” said John Twist. But, alack, the words were hardly out of his mouth before he was struggling in the water.
How he succeeded in getting out again, I am sure I do not know.
THE WITCHES’ CELLAR
The Mill, Tony, and his Mother’s House
THE BOY WHO ALWAYS
SAID THE WRONG THING
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Knowing how silly he was, she said to him, “Tony, you will say to yourself all the way there, a hundredweight of flour, a hundredweight of flour.”