Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1877-12-12
Uhe family Cirtle.
TrOtty and SpOtty,
BY MRS. A. L. STOREY.

Trotty was tired of dolls and all such
playthings. She had something alive to
play with. 1t was little mite Of u pig
and its name was Spotty.
1t was all white except on its back were
two spots about as big as peas. And what
Il cunning curl its tail had! Not for any
thing in the world would Trotty have that
tail cut off as papa wished.
You should have seen Trotty rocking. ii
to sleep as she did every day. The way
the little fellow squirmed, and kicked. and
grunted, and was finally made to lie still
and be rocked and sung to, was funny to
see.
About this time there was daily Won
der with mamma how it could be that
Trotty's aprons got so very dirty. 1t
might be white one, or pretty pink one
with ruflles and pockets, that was nicely
buttoned round her every afternoon. No
matter. Before night it was fit for moth
ing bat to 90 into the wash.
1t seems that Spotty had piggish habit
of getting into all the dirt that he could
find, SO when Jane, the kitchen-girl, who
had Trotty's soiled aprons to wash under
took to find out why there were so many
every week. she soon knew just how it
was; for seeing Trotly making very hard
work of climbing the stairs one day she
followed her and found her in room all
by herself, with piggy wound up in her
apron.
What naughty girl to carry that dirty
pig in your apron said Jane.
=" We'll, tant tarry him no ozzer way,
he squirms SOL retorted Trotty.
"What makes you carry him, them
Why don't you leave him under the shedP
asked Jane.
"S'pose he don't never want to tome in
re house," said Trotty Indignantly.
Certainly not and now. we'll march
him right straight to his pen and then
come and have off that apron"
Trotty followed Jane, holding piggy
closer than ever and talking soothingly in
his ear.
"You's 'nough sight han somer n she is,
Spotty, N like you, But they SAINT cut
off your tail, Sporty, no, they Slant
Trotty didn t carry the pig about in her
apron after that. She found an empty
flour sack and used to drag him around in
it till one day it burst open and piggy
curling his little tail tightly over his back
was oil with II squeal.
What chase Trotty had after him!
Round and found the little garden till he
ran into the middle Of flower bed and
curled himself up there for safety. He
was right under u big znnia and looked
for all the world as if he was going to
sleep.
Trotty held out her apron to him then,
and told him to come to her or she should
get IL great big knife and cut his tail
smack off"
Perhaps that was more than Spotty
could bear the thought of, at any rate, he
went to her at once.
One day Trotty mother went down
cellar after something for dinner and you
never would guess what she found Trotty
doing there, SO | will tell you. Spotty
was with her, of course. He always was
with her, when she was in mischief. She
had him by his hind feet aud was holding
him over Il pan of cream so that his nose
was half buried in it.
Il never fought you'd see me-" she
said.
He's jess u 'tarvin'. He 'queels and
'queels. and he don't grow the leastest
mite. Jane says so, and don't want him
'tarve when 'eres tream wasin.
Trotty was very little girl, and she
was almost crying, so mamma thought
best not to say much TO her just then. But
she took her away, and Trotty was soon
out on The grass with Spotty, and was do
ing her best to stuff his unwilling mouth
with plum-cake and sugar candy. Youths
Companion.