The Pig's Chowder Party by Frances P.
Down at Cape Cod there lived two merry little twin brothers.
Very full of fun and mischief were they, and seldom quiet except
when they were asleep.
One day their mamma bought
some clams. She was going to
have a chowder for supper. For
safe, cool keeping she put her
basket of clams on the grass,
under a great tree.
Johnnie and Willie
stood by, and heard
all that their mamma said
about it to auntie. They
just looked and heard it all.
Their baby faces—for they
were only a little over three
years old—were as solemn as
good old Deacon Pitts', who said he "didn't see why people laughed
when there was no occasion."
These two baby-rogues put their bits of plump little hands into the
pockets of their pretty white aprons. When mamma and auntie went
into the house Nurse Jane sat down on the piazza, knitting in hand,
to keep an eye on them. They began to play bo-peep behind the
lilac-bushes. When Nurse Jane dropped off to sleep, as she should
not have done, then it was that these two small men turned their
thoughts to other matters. First, there was a wild chase after butterflies.
Pretty soon they trotted down the walk to see Mistress Piggy
and her three lazy, grunting children. When the pigs heard voices
they, too, piped up, squealing out, as Johnnie afterwards told his
mamma, "Give us some! give us some!"
So at that call the laddies pelted Mistress Piggy and her children
with tufts of grass. Straying down the walk for more, they spied the
basket of clams. In a minute they were dragging the damp basket
over the grass, tugging away at the heavy load until their cheeks
were scarlet. Then such a pelting as Mistress Piggy and her family
had. But they were wild with the supper. They crunched and ate
until all the clams were gone. A pile of shells lay by the trough where
their food was usually put. "They had the chowder," Willie said.
Mamma and auntie had no chowder that night!
I do not know what mamma said to her small boys, but I do know
that they went very early to bed.