"You'll be ill. Are the little Jutterlys with you?"
"Rather not. They're in a pigstye."
"A pigstye? Why? What pigstye?"
"Near the Crawleigh Road. I met them driving about a back road, and told them they were to have tea with me, and put their donkeys in a yard that I knew of. Then I took them to see an old sow that had got ten little pigs. I got the sow into the outer stye by giving her bits of bread, while the Jutterlys went in to look at the litter, then I bolted the door and left them there."
"You wicked boy, do you mean to say you've left those poor children there alone in the pigstye?"
"They're not alone, they've got ten little pigs in with them; they're jolly well crowded. They were pretty mad at being shut in, but not half as mad as the old sow is at being shut out from her you
