and four little boy pigs, called Alexander, Pigling Bland, Chin- chin and Stumpy.
Every one of them has been in mischief except Spot and Pigling Bland."
And the other two little boy pigs, Pigling Bland and Alexander, went to market.
Aunt Pettitoes wiped her eyes with a large pocket handkerchief, then she wiped Pigling Bland's nose and shed tears; then she wiped Alexander's nose and shed tears; then she passed the handkerchief to Spot.
"Now Pigling Bland, son Pigling Bland, you must go to market.
(Aunt Pettitoes passed round the handkerchief again)--"beware of traps, hen roosts, bacon and eggs; always walk upon your hind legs." Pigling Bland, who was a sedate little pig, looked solemnly at his mother, a tear trickled down his cheek.
Aunt Pettitoes turned to the other--"Now son Alexander take the hand"--"Wee, wee, wee!" giggled Alexander--"take the hand of your brother Pigling Bland, you must go to market.
Pigling Bland listened gravely; Alexander was hopelessly volatile.
Pigling Bland and Alexander trotted along steadily for a mile; at least Pigling Bland did.
"This pig went to market, this pig stayed at home, "This pig had a bit of meat-- let's see what they have given US for dinner, Pigling?"
Pigling Bland and Alexander sat down and untied their bundles.
"But I wish to preserve them for emergencies," said Pigling Bland doubtfully.