“Little pig!  Little pig!  Let me in!  Let me in!”

But the little pig peeped through the keyhole and saw the wolf’s great eyes, so he answered: 

“No!  No!  No! by the hair of my chinny chin chin!”

“Then I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll blow your house in!” says the wolf, showing his teeth.

[Illustration:  Well! he huffed and he puffed ... but he could not blow the house down]

Well! he huffed and he puffed.  He puffed and he huffed.  And he huffed, huffed, and he puffed, puffed; but he could not blow the house down.  At last he was so out of breath that he couldn’t huff and he couldn’t puff any more.  So he thought a bit.  Then he said: 

“Little pig!  I know where there is ever such a nice field of turnips.”

“Do you,” says little piggy, “and where may that be?”

“I’ll show you,” says the wolf; “if you will be ready at six o’clock to-morrow morning, I will call round for you, and we can go together to Farmer Smith’s field and get turnips for dinner.”

“Thank you kindly,” says the little piggy.  “I will be ready at six o’clock sharp.”

But, you see, the little pig was not one to be taken in with chaff, so he got up at five, trotted off to Farmer Smith’s field, rooted up the turnips, and was home eating them for breakfast when the wolf clattered at the door and cried: 

“Little pig!  Little pig!  Aren’t you ready?”

“Ready?” says the little piggy.  “Why! what a sluggard you are!  I’ve been to the field and come back again, and I’m having a nice potful of turnips for breakfast.”

Then the wolf grew red with rage; but he was determined to eat little piggy, so he said, as if he didn’t care: 

“I’m glad you like them; but I know of something better than turnips.”

“Indeed,” says little piggy, “and what may that be?”

“A nice apple tree down in Merry gardens with the juiciest, sweetest apples on it!  So if you will be ready at five o’clock to-morrow morning I will come round for you and we can get the apples together.”

“Thank you kindly,” says little piggy.  “I will sure and be ready at five o’clock sharp.”

Now the next morning he bustled up ever so early, and it wasn’t four o’clock when he started to get the apples; but, you see, the wolf had been taken in once and wasn’t going to be taken in again, so he also started at four o’clock, and the little pig had but just got his basket half full of apples when he saw the wolf coming down the road licking his lips.

“Hullo!” says the wolf, “here already!  You are an early bird!  Are the apples nice?”

“Very nice,” says little piggy; “I’ll throw you down one to try.”

And he threw it so far away, that when the wolf had gone to pick it up, the little pig was able to jump down with his basket and run home.

Well, the wolf was fair angry; but he went next day to the little piggy’s house and called through the door, as mild as milk: