Well, you should have seen how sorry Brighteyes was for eating that little girl’s candy, but Brighteyes didn’t know, of course, whose it was.  She and Buddy just hid down in the bushes, and didn’t know what to do, until Buddy whispered: 

“Listen!  I’ll fill the box full of our candy, nuts and things that we brought from the party, and maybe that will stop the little girl crying.”

So he did that, filling the box real full, and putting the pink string around it again.  Then, when the little girl wasn’t looking, Buddy slipped out of the bushes, put the box back on the path again and slipped under a leaf to hide.  Then, pretty soon, when the little girl stopped crying, she saw her box, and she thought a fairy had brought it back.

Then she opened it, and she saw the peanut candy had been turned into a different kind, and that there were nuts with it and she surely thought it was magical, but it wasn’t, it was only Buddy Pigg, who did it.

So Buddy and Brighteyes went home happy, and so did the little girl, with her white box which she had found again after she had lost it.

Now, in the next story I’m going to tell you about Buddy and the June bug, that is if some one sends me some peanut candy with a lot of red postage stamps on it.

STORY XV

BUDDY AND THE JUNE BUG

One night Dr. Pigg and Mrs. Pigg and Brighteyes went to a nice moving-picture show that Percival, the old circus dog, had gotten up, and they left Buddy at home alone.  The reason for that was this:  Buddy wasn’t feeling well.  He had eaten too many ice cream cones, and too much lemonade on a hot day, and he had to have some medicine that his papa fixed for him.

It was bitter, sour medicine, too, and Buddy didn’t like it, and he didn’t like to be ill, either, but one always is when one eats too many ice cream cones and drinks too much lemonade on a hot day; yes, indeed, and a bottle of paregoric besides.

Well, Buddy was sick, and couldn’t go to the moving-picture show, but his mamma and papa thought it would be all right to leave him home alone, as he was getting better by that time.

“I’ll tell you all about the show when we come back,” promised Brighteyes.  “There is going to be a fairy play in it.”

“Oh!” cried Buddy, “how I wish I could go!  I love fairy plays!”

“You will be much better in bed,” said Dr. Pigg, “and if you keep quiet you won’t have to take any more medicine.”

There was no help for it, and Dr. Pigg and his wife and daughter started off.  They knew Buddy would be much more comfortable in bed than at the show, or they would never have left him, and right next door lived a family of chickens, who would come over in case anything happened.

Buddy felt a little lonesome when his folks had gone, but after awhile he fell asleep.  He dozed off for some time, and, all of a sudden, he was awakened by hearing something going “thumpity-thump-bump-bump-bump!  Humpity-hump-bump-bump!” on the ceiling and walls of his room.  Then it went “bangity-bung-bung,” and before Buddy knew what was happening, if something didn’t go slam-bang-crack into the lamp, and put it out, leaving the poor little guinea pig boy in the dark.