And on the next page, if the washtub doesn’t fall out of its crib and knock a hole in the tea kettle so that all the lemonade runs out, I’ll tell you how Curly helped his mamma.

STORY IV

HOW CURLY HELPED MOTHER

“Well, this is certainly a fine day for washing!” exclaimed Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, one morning as she got up from the nice, clean, straw bed where she had slept with little Pinky.  “I must get right to work and hang out the sheets and pillow-cases so the sun will make them nice and white.”

So she hurried through with the breakfast of sour milk with corn meal and sugar cakes, and as soon as Mr. Twistytail had gone to the factory, where he helped make sausage for buckwheat cakes, Mrs. Twistytail said: 

“Now, children, do you want to help me wash?”

“Oh, yes, mamma!” they all cried at once.

“I’ll turn the wringer,” said Curly, “for I am good and strong.”

“And I’ll put the clothes pins in the basket and have them all ready,” said Pinky, for, though she was only a little girl pig she could easily carry the clothes pins.

“What can I do?” asked Flop, the other little pig boy.  His real name was Floppy, or Flop Ear, but I call him Flop for short you see.

“Oh, you can bring me in the sticks to make the fire,” said his mamma, and soon the three piggie children were working away as fast as they could, helping their mamma, who was busy sorting out the clothes.

Soon the fire was made, and the sudsie-soapy water was boiling the clothes to sort of cook them nice and clean, and Pinky had the clothes pins all ready.  Flop had put up the line, after he had brought in the firewood, and Curly was all ready with the wringer.

Well, you should have seen Mrs. Twistytail rub-adub-dub the clothes up and down on the washboard.  My! how she did scatter the suds all over, and once some splashed right up in her eye, but she only laughed and sang a funny little song.

“Ready now, Curly!” she called to her eldest little boy.  “Ready to wring out the clothes through the first water!”

So Curly turned the wringer, which doesn’t ring like a bell, you know, but squeezes all the water out of the clothes so they will dry better.  Around and around Curly turned the wringer handle, and the clothes came out like corn out of the popper.

“Oh, what fun!” cried the little pig boy, and his brother and sister thought it was very jolly to help their mamma.

“Now, you may run away and play for a while,” said the pig lady.  “I have to get the rinsing and bluing waters ready.”

So Curly and Flop and Pinky ran out in the yard to play.  Flop and Pinky saw a little boy and girl pig whom they knew, and they began playing, but Curly walked about, thinking maybe he might find a penny, when all of a sudden he saw his mamma hurrying out of the kitchen.