The next day Winkie Baby was nowhere in sight, nor the next, and Cheery and The Chum missed him so dreadfully, although they knew that he couldn't be lost, that Mrs. Cann at last said that she would help them to find him.
Now, Mrs. Cann had grown to be very fond indeed of Winkie Baby, in spite of his troublesome ways; for he was such a pretty, clean, white piggy; and she used to pet him almost as much as the children did. Perhaps Mr. Cann had told her where to look for him; for she led the children straight to the pig-pen, out back of the barn. Cheery and The Chum climbed up on the fence and Mrs. Cann peered over it; but look as they would, they could see never a sign of the pink and white Winkie Baby.
"Why, I was sure he was here!" said Mrs. Cann.
"But he isn't," said Cheery.
"No, he isn't," echoed The Chum.
And just then Mr. Cann came around
