“Where?” said the little Pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s home-field; and if you will be ready tomorrow morning, I will call for you, and we will go together and get some for dinner.”
“Very well,” said the little Pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?”
“Oh, at six o’clock.”
Well, the little Pig got up at five, and ran off on his own to get the turnips.