She was in his yard by the time he got out . Her sunbonnet had fallen back and some loose tendrils of her auburn hair were curling around her forehead . Her cheeks were so pink and her eyes so bright from running that she looked almost girlish . `` Oh , Mr. Harrington , '' she said breathlessly , `` that pet pig of Bobbles ' is in your garden again . He only got in this minute . I saw him coming and I ran right after him . '' `` He 's there , all right , '' said Harrington cheerfully , `` but I 'll get him out in a jiffy . Do n't tire yourself . Wo n't you go into the house and rest while I drive him around ? '' Mrs. Hayden , however , was determined to help and they both went around to the garden , set the gate open , and tried to drive the pig out . But Harrington was not thinking about pigs , and Mrs. Hayden did not know quite so much about driving them as Mordecai did ; as a consequence they did not make much headway . In her excitement Mrs. Hayden ran over beds and whatever came in her way , and Harrington , in order to keep near her , ran after her . Between them they spoiled things about as much as a whole drove of pigs would have done . But at last the pig grew tired of the fun , bolted out of the gate , and ran across the yard to his own place . Mrs. Hayden followed slowly and Harrington walked beside her . `` Those pigs are all to be shut up tomorrow , '' she said . `` Hiram has been fixing up a place for them in his spare moments and it is ready at last . '' `` Oh , I would n't , '' said Harrington hastily . `` It is n't good for pigs to be shut up so young . You 'd better let them run a while yet . ''
`` No , '' said Mrs. XXXXX decidedly .
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