"How can a little mousie girl like you help
us two big boys?"
"Hush!" exclaimed Curly. "It isn't polite to laugh when any one
offers to do you a favor, even if they are little. Besides, maybe
she MIGHT be able to help us some day."
"Of course," spoke the mousie, and she felt rather badly because
Flop Ear had laughed.
"Oh, excuse me!" exclaimed Flop. "I didn't mean to. I'm sure I hope
you can help us, little mousie."
So the two piggie boys went on through the corn field, hoping they
wouldn't meet the cross old alligator man, who owned it, and who
didn't like animal boys. And the mousie went on her way.
"I think we'll soon catch up to the others," said Flop after a bit.
"I guess so," agreed Curly. "And when we do---"
"Hark!" suddenly exclaimed Floppy. "Some one is coming!" Curly heard
it, too, and he stopped talking. He looked around the corner of a
stone and whispered:
"It's the old alligator man himself. What shall we do?"
"Run!" exclaimed Flop. "Run as fast as we can.
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