One day he gathered a nice mess of tender young greens and sent them over to Mrs. Hayden by Mordecai . At first he had thought of sending her some flowers , but that seemed silly , and besides , Mordecai and flowers were incongruous . Mrs. Hayden sent back a very pretty message of thanks , whereat Harrington looked radiant and Mordecai , who could see through a stone wall as well as most people , went out to the barn and chuckled . `` Ef the little widder hai n't caught him ! Who 'd a-thought it ? '' The next day one adventurous pig found its way alone into the Harrington garden . Harrington saw it get in and at the same moment he saw Mrs. Hayden running through her orchard . 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 XXXXX the fun , bolted out of the gate , and ran across the yard to his own place .
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