By and by, who should come along but Piggie's friend Billie Goat. "Mercy on us!" baa-ed Billie. "Where are you going in such a hurry, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie," said the calf. "Where are you going, Piggie?" "Going to market to bring my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry. "Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Billie Goat ran out of the barn-yard and hurried after the calf. Just as they were passing the house, who should spy them but Rover the dog. "Where are you going, Billie," barked Rover, running out to the gate as he saw them rushing along. "Going with Bossie," said the goat. "Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie." "Where are you going, Piggie?" "I am going to market to bring Mother a pail of milk for Father's supper to-night," squealed Piggie, in a great hurry. "Are you? I believe I'll go, too. I am so fond of milk." So Rover hurried along up the road after the goat. Just as they turned into the road, who should come jumping along but Tabby the cat. "Well, well!" he meowed. "When did the circus come to town, Rover?" "This is not a circus parade," said the dog, the goat, the calf, and Piggie all at once, as they ran on. "Then, where are you going, Rover?" again meowed Tabby. "Going with Billie," barked Rover. [Illustration: "'MY, THAT'S GOOD!'"] "Where are you going, Billie?" "Going with Bossie." "Where are you going, Bossie?" "Going with Piggie." "Where are you going, Piggie?" "I am going to market to get my mother a pail of milk for Father's supper to-night," squealed Piggie in a great hurry. "Are you? I believe I'll go along. I am so fond of milk." So Tabby raced along after Rover. When they got to the market, Piggie told his friends to wait outside while he hurried in and got the milk for his father's supper. It did not take him long, and he soon came trotting out because he was to hurry back home. "Give me a sup for politeness' sake," meowed Tabby the cat, as she stuck her head in the pail. "My, that's good!" "Pass it to me, Tabby," barked Rover the dog, "for politeness' sake. My, that's good!" "Give me a sup for politeness' sake," said Billie Goat. "My, that's good." "Do not forget me, Billie, for politeness' sake," said Bossie the calf. "My, that's good!" [Illustration: "AWAY HE TROTTED WITH AN EMPTY PAIL."] "Oh, dear, oh, dear!" squealed Piggie, when he saw what had happened. "What shall I do?" And away he trotted all by himself with an empty pail, to tell his mother that he did really and truly get the milk, but that his friends had "supped" it all up! But just then the farmer came with a great, _big_ pail of milk and gave it all to them, so that the good little piggie and his father and mother had a fine supper, and much more milk than Piggie could have brought. BABY'S PARADISE BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS