It was something round and black
and hollow, and at first the little piggie boy thought it was a big
black stone. But, when he looked a little closer, he saw that it was
a hat--a man-pig's hat--just the kind they always wear.
"Oh, Flop! Oh, fellows! Come here!" called Curly. "See what rolled
out of the hole under this old tree."
Of course, they all came running up at that, and stopped playing
soldier, and they gathered around the hat.
"Whose is it?" asked Jackie Bow Wow.
"Where did it come from?" inquired Peetie, making his tail go round
like a pin wheel.
"It's our papa's hat!" suddenly cried Flop. "I can tell because it's
got his initials inside," and, surely enough there were the letters
"A.T." inside the hat, standing for "Archibald Twistytail."
"Our papa's hat!" exclaimed Curly. "Is it possible?"
"Of course, it is," said Floppy, as he picked it up. "Papa has lost
his hat."
"But it rolled out of that hole," said Curly, "and it isn't lost,
for we have found it.
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