XXVII. — Clementine 



IN spite of the prevailing atmosphere of laziness 

 there is one brisk thing on the place. Clemen- 

 tine, the pet pig, broke out of her pen this 

 morning, and as the children are at school she 

 is allowed to roam at will. She is positively brisk in 

 hustling for apples in the orchard and for heads 

 of oats around the oat stack. And wherever she 

 goes Sheppy follows her, growling and barking. He 

 knows that she should not be running loose, but he 

 hasn't the courage to put her in her place. There 

 were no pigs about when Sheppy was receiving his 

 somewhat skimpy education, so he doesn't know 

 what to do with Clementine. Apparently she un- 

 derstands this, for she pays no attention to him ex- 

 cept when he gets too tiresome with his barking and 

 growling. At such times she opens her mouth and 

 runs at him, and Sheppy almost falls over himself 

 in his attempts to get out of the way. Of course, it 

 looks absurd to see a big dog running out of the way 



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