"Umph! Umph!"  
Farmer Green had fenced off a piece of the old . And into this new yard he turned Mrs. Pig's children.
 
"Umph! Umph!"
 
They had a fine time there, rooting down under the sod, rubbing their backs against the trunks of the old apple trees, and in the shade when they were sleepy.
 
"Umph! Umph!"
 
Sometimes an apple dropped from a tree. And then there was a mad .
 
"Umph! Umph!"
 
 
"Dear me!" said Jolly 's wife as she sat in the apple tree where she and her husband had a nest every summer. "Don't Mrs. Pig's children make a dreadful noise? I never knew half-grown pigs to have such loud voices. Their certainly are full-sized."
 
Jolly Robin, who had perched himself beside his wife, looked down at their new neighbors.
 
"They're having a good time," he observed cheerfully. "We ought not to complain. We may be thankful that they don't climb trees and try to sing."
 
Jolly Robin had a way of looking on the bright side of things. It was seldom that he couldn't act cheerful. Even when he felt quite downhearted, inside, he managed usually to appear happy, outside. And now his remark put his wife in a pleasanter frame of mind.
 
 
 
"Imagine a pig up a tree!" Mrs. Robin tittered.
 
"Umph! Umph! Are you talking about me?" a voice inquired right beneath them. It gave Mrs. Robin such a start that she almost tumbled off the limb.
 
"No! No! We're not talking about you—not exactly!" Jolly Robin a............