One, two, three, four little pigs.

They almost fell over each other, they were in such a hurry.

“Where is Baby?” cried Mother Pig.

Then all the pigs were so frightened that their noses turned white.

Where was she, indeed?

They had forgotten to watch her while they were playing hide and seek.

Where could she be?

They all ran out of the house faster than they ran in.

“Perhaps she ran after me and got lost,” thought Curly, and he ran down the big road.

Pearly thought she would go to the woods behind the barn.

Twisty ran across the big meadow.

Mother Pig walked slowly up the road, looking behind all the trees and under all the bushes.

“Baby, Baby, Baby!” you could hear them all calling.

As Twisty ran along beside the brook, she thought she heard a noise.

“Baby, Baby!” she called.

“Wee, wee, wee!” cried Baby Pig, “I can’t find my way home.”

When Twisty heard this she ran so fast she nearly fell into the brook.

There sat Baby Pig on a stone, wiping the tears out of her eyes with an oak leaf.

“Oh, Baby!” said Twisty, giving her sister a good hug, “what made you run away?”

“I didn’t run away, I got lost,” said Baby, “and I want to see my mother.”

So Twisty and Baby ran home as fast as they could.

There were all the little pigs looking very sad because they had not found Baby.

When they saw her coming they ran to meet her, and Curly carried her into the house “pig-a-back.”

Then they ate their cabbage soup, an it tasted all the better for waiting.

  Jack and Jill
    Went up the hill,
      To get a pail of water. 
  Jack fell down
    And broke his crown,
      And Jill came tumbling after.

JACK AND JILL

Tommy Tucker and Mary had many good times together that summer.

They fished in the brook at the end of the meadow.

They went berrying and took their dinner with them.

They rode to market in the big wagon with Grandpa Hall.

In fact, they did everything that boys and girls who live on a farm like to do.

But they did not always play alone.

In the very next house lived another little boy and girl.

This little boy and girl were twins, and they looked as much alike as two green peas.

Mary called them Jack and Jill, but I don’t know what their mother called them.

Jack and Jill lived in a little house at the top of the hill.

In the winter, when the snow was on the ground, it was fine coasting down that long hill.

The twins had new red sleds that Santa Claus had left them on Christmas morning.

Jack’s sled was named “Racer,” and Jill called hers “Lady Bird.”